The Folk-lore Record, Volum 2

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Folk-lore Society, 1879

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Side 194 - Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.
Side 93 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children unto them, the same became mighty men, which were of old, men of renown.
Side 45 - Thou fliest thy vocal vale An annual guest in other lands Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year ! O could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring.
Side 194 - ... unknown to those who dwell in houses, when a wakeful influence goes abroad over the sleeping hemisphere, and all the outdoor world are on their feet. It is then that the cock first crows, not this time to announce the dawn, but like a cheerful watchman speeding the course of night. Cattle awake on the meadows ; sheep break their fast on dewy hillsides, and change to a new lair among the ferns ; and houseless men, who have lain down with the fowls, open their dim eyes and behold the beauty of...
Side 46 - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Side 104 - O yonder sits my father, the King, And yonder sits my mother, the Queen; 'And yonder stands my brother Hugh, And by him my William, sweet and true.
Side 118 - The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar...
Side 102 - The starling flew to his mother's window stane, It whistled and it sang ; And aye the ower word o...
Side 64 - ... in short, they were all employed in some foolish way or other, which convinced the King's servants that it was a village of fools ; whence arose the old adage, " The wise men," or
Side 106 - O cocks are crowing a merry midnight; I wot the wild fowls are boding day; The psalms of heaven will soon be sung, And I, ere now, will be miss'd away." Then she has taken a crystal wand, And she has stroken her troth thereon; She has given it him at the shot-window, Wi' mony a sad sigh and heavy groan.

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