Popular Tales and Fictions: Their Migrations and Transformations, Band 2

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W. Blackwood and Sons, 1887
 

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Seite 165 - Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear: The gallant hound the wolf had slain, To save Llewellyn's heir. Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe : " Best of thy kind, adieu 1 The frantic deed which laid thee low This heart shall ever rue.
Seite 78 - displayed a banner, Which he had stolen, and wished, as they did tell, That he might find it all one day in hell. The man, affrighted at this apparition, Upon recovery grew a great precisian. He bought a Bible of the best translation, And in his life he showed great reformation: He walked mannerly, he
Seite 165 - The frantic deed which laid thee low This heart shall ever rue." And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture decked; And marbles storied with his praise Poor
Seite 322 - gave birth to a son. When the boy was able to walk by himself he died. The young girl, in her love for it, carried the dead child clasped to her bosom, and went about from house to house asking if any one would give her some medicine for it. When the neighbours saw this, they said,
Seite 59 - head, Because now lord of Linne was he. I pray thee, he said, good John o' the Scales, One forty pence for to lend me. Away, away, thou thriftless loone, Away, away, this may not bee; For Christ's curse on my head, he sayd, If ever I trust thee one pennie. Then bespake the heire of Linne, To John o
Seite 79 - tell the rest for laughter), A captain of a ship came three days after, And brought three yards of velvet and three-quarters, To make Venetians down below the garters. He, that precisely knew what was enough, Soon slipped aside three quarters of the stuff: His
Seite 60 - he answered him againe Now Christ's curse on my head, he sayd, But I did lose by that bargaine. And here I proffer thee, heir of Linne, Before these lords so faire and free, Thou shalt have it
Seite 59 - spake he : Madame, some almes on me bestowe, I pray, for sweet saint Charitie. Away, away, thou thriftless loone, I swear thou gettest no almes of mee; For if we should hang any losel heere, The first we wold begin with thee.
Seite 78 - a man of upright dealing (True, but for lying, honest, but for stealing), Did fall one day extremely sick by chance, And on the sudden was in wondrous trance. The fiends of hell, mustering in fearful manner, Of sundry coloured
Seite 166 - Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he flung his horn and spear, And oft as evening fell, In fancy's piercing

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