Some of the most learned of the people were chosen to make known the lives of those lords in songs.
Poetry is the work of the bard and of the people who inspire him.
From Bard, to Bard, the frigid Caution crept, Till Declamation roar'd, while Passion slept.
Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.
I paint the cot, As truth will paint it, and as bards will not.
I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.
In the ancient times, bards went around singing the epics, which were storehouses of philosophy.
It doesn't matter how you live and die, it's how the bards wrote it down.
No, no," said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us," he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.
The Eighth Commandment was not made for bards.
