Celtic Folklore: Welsh and Manx, Bind 1Clarendon Press, 1901 - 718 sider |
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Side x
... look forward to any such time than to the eventual possibility of escaping minor inconsistencies by quietly stepping through the looking - glass and beginning my work with the index instead of resting content to make it in the old ...
... look forward to any such time than to the eventual possibility of escaping minor inconsistencies by quietly stepping through the looking - glass and beginning my work with the index instead of resting content to make it in the old ...
Side 3
... look after the cattle on the moun- tain . One day , in his peregrinations along the margin of the lake , to his great astonishment , he beheld , sitting on the unruffled surface of the water , a lady ; one of the most beautiful ...
... look after the cattle on the moun- tain . One day , in his peregrinations along the margin of the lake , to his great astonishment , he beheld , sitting on the unruffled surface of the water , a lady ; one of the most beautiful ...
Side 6
... look over the waters , and , to his astonishment , beheld several cows walking along its surface . The sight of these animals caused hope to revive that they would be followed by another object far more pleasing ; nor was he ...
... look over the waters , and , to his astonishment , beheld several cows walking along its surface . The sight of these animals caused hope to revive that they would be followed by another object far more pleasing ; nor was he ...
Side 39
... the fifth century , as it would then have probably yielded Gerfon and not Garmon : it looks as if it had come through the Goidelic of this country . his wife , and two children were born to them I ] 39 UNDINE'S KYMRIC SISTERS.
... the fifth century , as it would then have probably yielded Gerfon and not Garmon : it looks as if it had come through the Goidelic of this country . his wife , and two children were born to them I ] 39 UNDINE'S KYMRIC SISTERS.
Side 44
... looks inflamed him with love for her , to such a degree that he felt ready for any encounter in order to secure her to be his own . From his hiding place he watched every move for his opportunity ; at last , with feelings of anxiety and ...
... looks inflamed him with love for her , to such a degree that he felt ready for any encounter in order to secure her to be his own . From his hiding place he watched every move for his opportunity ; at last , with feelings of anxiety and ...
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Side 283 - The wild beasts of the desert shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island, and the satyr shall cry to his fellow; the screech owl also shall rest there, and find for herself a place of rest. There shall the great owl make her nest, and lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow: there shall the vultures also be gathered, every one with her mate.
Side 75 - The elf-queen, with hir joly companye, Daunced ful ofte in many a grene mede; This was the olde opinion, as I rede. I speke of manye hundred yeres ago; But now can no man see none elves mo. For now the grete charitee and...
Side 283 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Side xlviii - Persis videri possit. adeo ista toto mundo consensere quamquam discordi et sibi ignoto. nee satis aestimari potest quantum Romanis debeatur, qui sustulere monstra, in quibus hominem occidere religiosissimum erat, mandi vero etiam saluberrimum.
Side xxxi - A Collection of Pieces in the Irish Language, compiled in part about the middle of the Twelfth Century.
Side 384 - That is a well at which are the hazels and inspirations (?) of wisdom, that is, the hazels of the science of poetry, and in the same hour their fruit, and their blossom and their foliage break forth, and these fall on the well in the same shower, which raises on the water a royal surge of purple.
Side 349 - People suffering from rheumatism go there. They bathe the part affected with water, and afterwards tie a piece of rag to the tree which overhangs the well. The rag is not put in the water at all, but is only put on the tree for luck. It is a stunted, but very old tree, and is simply covered with rags.
Side 348 - June from Mr. JH Davies of Lincoln College, Oxford, relating to a Glamorganshire holy well, situated near the pathway leading from Coychurch to Bridgend. It is the custom there, he states, for people suffering from any malady to dip a rag in the water, and to bathe the affected part of the body, the rag being then placed on a tree close to the well. When Mr. Davies passed that way, some three years previously, there were, he adds, hundreds of such shreds on the tree, some of which distinctly presented...
Side 98 - Once on a time, when a midwife from Nanhwynan had newly got to the Hafodydd Brithion to pursue her calling, a gentleman came to the door on a fine grey steed and bade her come with him at once. Such was the authority with which he spoke, that the poor midwife durst not refuse to go, however much it was her duty to stay where she was. So she mounted behind him, and off they went, like the flight of a swallow, through Cwmllan, over the Bwlch, down Nant yr Aran, and over the Gadair to Cwm Hafod Ruffydd...
Side 311 - If you go to the bacon-flick, cut me a good bit; Cut, cut and low, beware of your maw; Cut, cut and round, beware of your thumb, That me and my merry men may have some, Sing, fellows, sing, Hagman-heigh.