Popular Romances of the West of England, Or, The Drolls, Traditions, and Superstitions of Old Cornwall

Forside
Robert Hunt
Chatto & Windus, 1896 - 480 sider
 

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Side 83 - Their dances were procession : But now, alas ! they all are dead, Or gone beyond the seas ; Or farther for religion fled, Or else they take their ease.
Side 40 - Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward angel now, and melt with ruth. And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Side 293 - But has heard of the well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind doth an ash-tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below. A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne...
Side 382 - They say miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors ; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Side 293 - For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow tree.
Side 195 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Side 380 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Side 469 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Side 215 - With music strong and saintly song To wander through the forest bare, Lest aught unholy loiter there.
Side 78 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.

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