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Page 285 - 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.
Page 185 - With /, /, fo, and fum \ I smell the blood of a Christian man ! Be he dead, be he living, wi' my brand I'll clash his harns frae his harn-pan!"* "Strike, then, Bogle of Hell, if thou darest!
Page 285 - 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.
Page 186 - Child Rowland to the dark tower came; His word was still Fie, foh, and fum! I smell the blood of a British man.
Page 23 - Is bound upon a rude altar of stones piled together, and when the leader of the band has thrice led the worshippers round the altar in a solemn procession accompanied with chants, he inflicts the first wound, while the last words of the hymn are still upon the lips of the congregation, and In all haste drinks of the blood that gushes forth.
Page 21 - At the village of Holne, situated on one of the Spurs of Dartmoor, is a field of about two acres, the property of the parish, and called the Ploy (Play) Field. In the centre of this stands a granite pillar (Menhir) six or seven feet high. On May morning, before daybreak, the young men of the village assemble there, and then proceed to the Moor, where they select a...
Page 181 - But they bade lang and ay langer, And she camena back again. "They sought her east, they sought her west, They sought her up and down; And wae were the hearts (in merry Carlisle) For she was nae gait found ! " At last her eldest brother went to the Warluck Merlin (Myrddin Wyldt), and asked if he knew where his sister, the fair burd Ellen, was.
Page 183 - Go on yet a little farther," said the hen-wife, till thou come to a round green hill surrounded with rings* (terraces) from the bottom to the top ; go round it three times widershins, and every time say, u Open, door! open, door ! and let me come in ; and the third time the door will open, and you may go in.
Page 184 - ... the setting sun ; but the hall was so large, and these "dazzling objects so far removed, that their blended radiance cast no more than a pleasing lustre, and excited no more than agreeable sensations in the eyes of Child Rowland. The furniture of the hall was suitable to its architecture ; and at the farther end, under a splendid canopy, seated on a gorgeous sofa of velvet, silk, and gold, and " kembing her yellow hair wi' a silver kemb," " There was his sister burd Ellen ; 25 She stood up him...