Shropshire Folk-lore: A Sheat of Gleanings. I-IIITrübner, 1883 - 663 pages |
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Page 82 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
Page 103 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Page 42 - And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud; for he is a god: either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or, peradventure, he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
Page 1 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 163 - BRING the holy crust of bread ; Lay it underneath the head ; 'Tis a certain charm to keep Hags away, while children sleep.
Page 44 - Skim milk ; and sometimes labour in the quern ; And bootless make the breathless housewife churn ; And sometime make the drink to bear no barm ; Mislead night wanderers, laughing at their harm ? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he?
Page 176 - Hemp-seed I sow, Hemp-seed I hoe, and he that is my true-love come after me and mow.' Will you believe me ? I looked back, and saw him behind me, as plain as eyes could see him. After that, I took a clean shift and wetted it, and turned it...
Page 33 - Not to thine honour hast thou now let fall, Antinous, on the wandering poor this blow. Haply a god from heaven is in our hall, And thou art ripe for ruin : I bid thee know, Gods in the garb of strangers to and fro Wander the cities, and men's ways discern ; Yea, through the wide earth in all shapes they go, Changed, yet the same, and with their own eyes learn How live the sacred laws — who hold them, and who spurn.
Page 16 - I have heard of much debt that hee had contracted ; and beeing outlawed in debt, he left Myddle Castle (which hee had suffered to grow ruinous, for want of repaire), and went and sheltered himself in a Cave neare to Nescliffe ; which, to this day, is called Kinaston's Cave, and of him the people tell almost as many romantick storyes.
Page 3 - By and by there came a cobbler along the road with a sack of old boots and shoes on his back, for he lived at Wellington, and went once a fortnight to Shrewsbury to collect his customers' old boots and shoes, and take them home with him to mend. And the giant called out to him. 'I say,' he said, 'how far is it to Shrewsbury?' 'Shrewsbury?' said the cobbler. 'What do you want at Shrewsbury?' 'Why,' said the giant, 'to fill up the Severn with this lump of earth I've got here.