Readings in Folk-lore: Short Studies in the Mythology of America, Great Britain, the Norse Countries, Germany, India, Syria, Egypt, and PersiaAmerican Book Company, 1893 - 448 sider |
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Side 17
... turning , Seized the huge rock in his fingers , Tore it from its deep foundation , Poised it in the air a moment , Pitched it sheer into the river , Sheer into the swift Pauwating , Where it still is seen in Summer . -Longfellow's ...
... turning , Seized the huge rock in his fingers , Tore it from its deep foundation , Poised it in the air a moment , Pitched it sheer into the river , Sheer into the swift Pauwating , Where it still is seen in Summer . -Longfellow's ...
Side 78
... turnèd light , And him so rudely , passing by , did brush With his long tail , that horse and man to ground did rush . XVII . Both horse and man up lightly rose again , And fresh encounter towards him addrest ; But th ' idle stroke yet ...
... turnèd light , And him so rudely , passing by , did brush With his long tail , that horse and man to ground did rush . XVII . Both horse and man up lightly rose again , And fresh encounter towards him addrest ; But th ' idle stroke yet ...
Side 105
... turning - there , All down the lonely coast of Lyonnesse , Each with a beacon - star upon his head , And with a wild sea - light about his feet , He saw them - headland after headland flame Far on into the rich heart of the west : And ...
... turning - there , All down the lonely coast of Lyonnesse , Each with a beacon - star upon his head , And with a wild sea - light about his feet , He saw them - headland after headland flame Far on into the rich heart of the west : And ...
Side 119
... turned from him , That hateful cripple , out of his highway Into the path he pointed . All the day Had been a dreary one at best , and dim Was settling to its close , yet shot one grim Red leer to see the plain catch its estray . IX ...
... turned from him , That hateful cripple , out of his highway Into the path he pointed . All the day Had been a dreary one at best , and dim Was settling to its close , yet shot one grim Red leer to see the plain catch its estray . IX ...
Side 121
... turned them on my heart . As a man calls for wine before he fights , I asked one draught of earlier , happier sights , Ere fitly I could hope to play my part . Think first , fight afterwards - the soldier's art : One taste of the old ...
... turned them on my heart . As a man calls for wine before he fights , I asked one draught of earlier , happier sights , Ere fitly I could hope to play my part . Think first , fight afterwards - the soldier's art : One taste of the old ...
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Side 325 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Side 42 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee; This water his blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor,...
Side 329 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand : and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Side 148 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Side 261 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. 'Go,' cried the Mayor, 'and get long poles! Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats!' - when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, 'First, if you please, my thousand guilders!
Side 265 - And the better in memory to fix The place of the children's last retreat, They called it the Pied Piper's Street— Where any one playing on pipe or tabor, Was sure for the future to lose his labor.
Side 350 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Side 409 - The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.
Side 327 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Side 410 - And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen! XXI Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regret and future Fears: To-morrow ! — Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.