Readings in Folk-lore: Short Studies in the Mythology of America, Great Britain, the Norse Countries, Germany, India, Syria, Egypt, and PersiaAmerican Book Company, 1893 - 448 pages |
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... young children a world of happy thought in its nursery tales and childish rhymes . When the reader shall have studied the more majestic fabrics of folk - lore , he will find a pleasing field for inves- tigation in the common and even ...
... young children a world of happy thought in its nursery tales and childish rhymes . When the reader shall have studied the more majestic fabrics of folk - lore , he will find a pleasing field for inves- tigation in the common and even ...
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... young men , As they sported in the meadow ! 66 Why stand idly looking at us , Leaning on the rock behind you ? Come and wrestle with the others ; Let us pitch the quoit together ! " Lazy Kwasind made no answer , To their challenge made ...
... young men , As they sported in the meadow ! 66 Why stand idly looking at us , Leaning on the rock behind you ? Come and wrestle with the others ; Let us pitch the quoit together ! " Lazy Kwasind made no answer , To their challenge made ...
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... young bride and the devoted quest through which she was restored to her lover . It is the subject of a short poem by Bryant . ST . TAMMANY is the name by which a noted Indian chief of the Delaware tribe is remembered . Tammany , or Tam ...
... young bride and the devoted quest through which she was restored to her lover . It is the subject of a short poem by Bryant . ST . TAMMANY is the name by which a noted Indian chief of the Delaware tribe is remembered . Tammany , or Tam ...
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... young May violet grows , In its lone and lowly nook , On the mossy bank , where the larch - tree throws Its broad dark boughs , in solemn repose , Far over the silent brook . " And that timid fawn starts not with fear When I steal to ...
... young May violet grows , In its lone and lowly nook , On the mossy bank , where the larch - tree throws Its broad dark boughs , in solemn repose , Far over the silent brook . " And that timid fawn starts not with fear When I steal to ...
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... the veil of boughs and leaves , And gains its door with a bound . But the vines are torn on its walls that leant , And all from the young shrubs there , By struggling hands have the leaves been rent , And 22 AMERICAN FOLK - LORE .
... the veil of boughs and leaves , And gains its door with a bound . But the vines are torn on its walls that leant , And all from the young shrubs there , By struggling hands have the leaves been rent , And 22 AMERICAN FOLK - LORE .
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Page 346 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 38 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee; This water his blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor,...
Page 325 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand : and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Page 142 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Page 256 - To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe: And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks; And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, Oh rats, rejoice!
Page 320 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Page 323 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 406 - The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two — was gone. XVII Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way.
Page 405 - Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? And this first Summer month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
Page 323 - In this thing the LORD pardon thy servant, that when my master goeth into the house of Rimmon to worship there, and he leaneth on my hand, and I bow myself in the house of Rimmon : when I bow down myself in the house of Rimmon, the LORD pardon thy servant in this thing.