Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English

Oxford Book Of Welsh Verse In English

The Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English was a 1977 poetry anthology edited by Gwyn Jones. It covered both Welsh poetry, in English translation, and Welsh poets writing in English (often called Anglo-Welsh).

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