The Fairy Mythology, Band 2W. H. Ainsworth, 1828 |
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... thee for my ransom the very best harness That either young or old in the world doth possess . " Full eighty thousand marks the harness is worth well , A sword too I will give thee , with the shirt of mail , That every corslet cuts ...
... thee for my ransom the very best harness That either young or old in the world doth possess . " Full eighty thousand marks the harness is worth well , A sword too I will give thee , with the shirt of mail , That every corslet cuts ...
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... thee its name ; Wherever swords are drawing it never will thee shame . " With all the other harness I give thee leg armour , In which there no ring is , my own hand wrought it sure ; And when thou hast the harness thou must it precious ...
... thee its name ; Wherever swords are drawing it never will thee shame . " With all the other harness I give thee leg armour , In which there no ring is , my own hand wrought it sure ; And when thou hast the harness thou must it precious ...
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... thee , who on the horse doth ride ? Thou shalt say nothing else , but - an angel is thy guide . ” The army , on seeing the horse and banner ad- vancing as it were of themselves , blessed them- selves , and asked Otnit why he did not ...
... thee , who on the horse doth ride ? Thou shalt say nothing else , but - an angel is thy guide . ” The army , on seeing the horse and banner ad- vancing as it were of themselves , blessed them- selves , and asked Otnit why he did not ...
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... thee for thy courtesy : thou and thy family will be the better of it ; nor will it be in any way hurtful to thee or thine . " The count readily then gave his consent , and on the following night there came , as if they were a travelling ...
... thee for thy courtesy : thou and thy family will be the better of it ; nor will it be in any way hurtful to thee or thine . " The count readily then gave his consent , and on the following night there came , as if they were a travelling ...
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... thee that every seventh day thou shalt find , early in the morning , a dead chamois hanging before thy cottage ; but beware and keep from the others . " The Dwarf then vanished , and the hunter returned thoughtfully home , little ...
... thee that every seventh day thou shalt find , early in the morning , a dead chamois hanging before thy cottage ; but beware and keep from the others . " The Dwarf then vanished , and the hunter returned thoughtfully home , little ...
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appear asked beautiful began believe bird bread Breton Breton Lais Brownie Cabeiri called castle Celts child cried dance daughter death Demogorgon door Drac dragon drink Dwarfs Elberich elves eyes Faerie fair FAIRY MYTHOLOGY Fairy-queen Fata father favour Fées Gagliuso gave Gervase of Tilbury give Gobelin gold Gothic green hair hand hath heard hill Hinzelmann house-spirit Hudemühlen husband Jocastus king Kobold lady Lanval Leprechauns lived look lord Madame D'Aulnoy maid maiden Marie de France married Masaniello Mazikeen Melusine mistress Miuccio Moohel Mopsus morning mother mountains never night Nymphs Oberon Otnit palace poets Portiella prince Puck quath queen Renzolla replied rich round says seen sing spirit stone story tale tell thee thing thou wilt told took unto Vila Wichtlein wife Wild-women woman words Wunderberg Wyss young Yumbos
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 135 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Seite 126 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 134 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 135 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be, — I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the...
Seite 134 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Seite 150 - This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt, Still walking like a ragged colt, And oft out of a bush doth bolt, Of purpose to deceive us ; And, leading us, makes us to stray, Long winters nights out of the way, And when we stick in mire and clay, He doth with laughter leave us.
Seite 128 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine. With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : There sleeps Titania some time of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight...
Seite 128 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Seite 154 - 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.
Seite 134 - ... soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled much misfortune bodes...