Irish Folk Lore: Traditions and Superstitions of the Country, with Humorous Tales

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Cameron & Ferguson, 1870 - 312 pagine
 

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Pagina 126 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing and the vestment warm; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Pagina 169 - Pursue, dear wife, thy daily toils, pursue, At dawn or dusk, industrious as before ; Nor e'er of me one helpless thought renew, While I lie weltering on the osier'd shore, Drown'd by the Kelpie's * wrath, nor e'er shall aid thee more...
Pagina 242 - As sever'd from the whole And dimly understood. But o'er the elements One Hand alone, One Hand has sway. What influence day by day In straiter belt prevents The impious Ocean, thrown Alternate o'er the ever-sounding shore ? Or who has eye to trace How the Plague came ? Forerun the doublings of the Tempest's race ? Or the Air's weight and flame On a set scale explore...
Pagina 184 - Astarte, queen of Heaven, with crescent horns ; To whose bright image nightly by the moon Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs...
Pagina 182 - Fear made her devils, and weak hope her gods; Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust, Whose attributes were rage, revenge, or lust; Such as the souls of cowards might conceive, And, form'd like tyrants, tyrants would believe.
Pagina 184 - Her temple on th' offensive mountain, built By that uxorious king, whose heart, though large, Beguiled by fair idolatresses, fell To idols foul.
Pagina 169 - For him in vain his anxious wife shall wait, Or wander forth to meet him on his way; For him in vain, at to-fall of the day, His babes shall linger at. th' unclosing gate: Ah, ne'er shall he.
Pagina 306 - And so the time beguile ; And if the moon doth hide her head, The glow-worm lights us home to bed. " On tops of dewy grass So nimbly do we pass. The young and tender stalk Ne'er bends when we do walk ; Yet in the morning may be seen Where we the night before have been.
Pagina 39 - For them the viewless forms of air obey. Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair ; They know what spirit brews the stormful day, And heartless oft, like moody madness stare, . To see the phantom-train their secret work prepare." COLLINS.
Pagina 114 - Hy-Brasail, the isle of the blest. From year unto year, on the ocean's blue rim, The beautiful spectre showed lovely and dim ; The golden clouds curtained the deep where it lay, And it looked like an Eden,— away, far away...

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