Lancashire Legends, Traditions, Pageants, Sports, &c: With an Appendix Containing a Rare Tract on the Lancashire Witches, &c., &c

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G. Routledge, 1873 - 283 sider

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Side 198 - Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare. xv. From the steep promontory gazed The stranger, raptured and amazed, And,
Side 270 - Soe far as thou art able, Done great despite and shame unto The knights of the Round Table. If thou be of the Table Round, Quoth Tarquin speedilye, Both thee and all thy fellowship I utterly defye.
Side 119 - God; that the nation, seeing that their temples are not destroyed, may remove error from their hearts, and knowing and adoring the true God, may the more familiarly resort to the places to which they have been accustomed.
Side 178 - PRESCOT, Huyton, and merry Childow, Three parish churches all in a row : Prescot for mugs ; Huyton for ploydes ; Childow for ringing and singing besides.
Side 264 - Oh, quoth the dragon, with a deep sigh, And turn'd six times together, Sobbing and tearing, cursing and swearing Out of his throat of leather ; More of More-hall ! O thou rascal ! Would I had seen thee never ; With the thing at thy foot, thou hast prick'd my a gut, And I'm quite undone for ever. Murder, murder, the dragon cry'd, Alack, alack for grief; Had you but mist that place, you could Have done me no mischief.
Side 127 - ... this it is the business of the former to prevent by beating it away with the hand, reckoning one to the game for every stroke of the ball ; if, on the contrary, it should be missed by the hand and touch the stool, the players change places [Note.
Side 271 - Each at the other ran. They wounded were, and bled full sore, They both for breath did stand, And leaning on their swords awhile, Quoth Tarquine, Hold thy hand, And tell to me what I shall aske. Say on, quoth Lancelot tho. Thou art...
Side 263 - For wit doth strength excel ; Which made our cunning champion Creep down into a well, Where he did think this dragon would drink, And so he did in truth ; And as he stoop'd low, he rose up and cried, boh ! And kick'd him in the mouth. Oh...
Side 260 - Old stories tell, how Hercules A dragon slew at Lerna, With seven heads, and fourteen eyes, To see and well...
Side 263 - Not to spoil their hose. As soon as he rose, To make him strong and mighty, He drank by the tale, six pots of ale, And a quart of aqua-vitae.

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