Legendary Fictions of the Irish Celts

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Macmillan and Company, 1866 - 352 pagine
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Pagina 171 - ... gave one loud scream, though there was no need, for the wild bird came in like an arrow, and struck against a table with such force that the life was dashed out of him. She turned her eyes from his quivering body to where she saw the goldfinch an instant before, but neither goldfinch nor Earl Gerald did she ever lay eyes on again. Once every seven years the Earl rides round the Curragh of Kildare on a steed, whose silver shoes were half an inch thick the time he disappeared; and when these shoes...
Pagina 125 - ... em as well as e'er a kitchen-maid from that to Dublin town. He then put all of them up on their places on the shelves ; and if he didn't give a good sweepin' to the kitchen, leave it till again. Then he comes and sits foment the boy, let down one of his ears, and cocked up the other, and gave a grin. The poor fellow strove to roar out, but not a dheeg 'ud come out of his throat. The last thing the pooka done was to rake up the fire, and walk out, giving such a slap o' the door, that the boy thought...
Pagina 107 - The king slipped five guineas into my hand as soon as I was on the ground, and thanked me, and bade me good night. I hope I'll never see his face again. I got into bed, and couldn't sleep for a long time ; and when I examined my five guineas this morning, that I left in the table-drawer the last thing, I found five withered leaves of oak — bad scran to the giver...
Pagina 65 - ... of gold off it, and the third bargain was made. That evening the prince was lying on his bed at twilight, and his mind much disturbed; and the door opened, and in his princess walked, and down she sat by his bedside, and sung: "Four long years I was married to thee; Three sweet babes I bore to thee; Brown Bear of Norway, won't you turn to me?
Pagina 26 - Do you see all them merry fellows and skilful swordsmen," says the other, " that could eat you up with a grain of salt, and not a mother's soul of 'em ever got a laugh from her these seven years ? " So the fellows gathered round Tom, and the bad man aggravated him till he told them he didn't care a pinch o' snuff for the whole bilin' of 'em ; let 'em come on, six at a time, and try what they could do. The king, who was too far off to hear what they were saying, asked what did the stranger want. "...
Pagina 187 - Guildford then in waiting on the queen, and leaving her in an almost breathless sleep in her privy chamber, went out to take a little air, and met her majesty, as she thought, three or four chambers off. Alarmed at the...
Pagina 222 - He drew near the warriors and began to slaughter them heroically and with swift valour. He went under them, over them, and through them as a hawk would go through small birds, or a wolf through a flock of weak sheep. Even thus it was that Diarmuid hewed crossways the glittering, very beautiful mail of the men of Lochlann, so that there went not from that spot a man to tell tidings without having the grievousness of death executed upon him.
Pagina 19 - She wasn't there long till she saw a girl with a piece of bread and butter in one hand, and a pitcher in the other, coming and stooping over the well.
Pagina 172 - Their horses, saddled and bridled, are standing behind their masters in their stalls at each side; and when the day comes, the miller's son that's to be born with six fingers on each hand, will blow his trumpet, and the horses will stamp and whinny, and the knights awake and mount their steeds, and go forth to battle. Some night that happens once in every seven years, while the Earl is riding round the Curragh, the entrance may be seen by any one chancing to pass by. About a hundred years ago, a...
Pagina 52 - Are you the fellow," says he, "that made them crowns?" "Yes," says the other. "Then," says he, "maybe you'd give yourself a brushing, and get into that coach; the king wants to see you. I pity the princess. " The young prince got into the carriage, and while they were on the way, he opened the snuff-box, and out walked Seven Inches and stood on his thigh. "Well," says he, "what trouble is on you now?

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