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My Dear Sir, Many thanks for your interesting and kind letter, in which you do me the honour to ask my opinion respecting the pedigree of your island goblin, le feu follet Belenger; that opinion I cheerfully give, with a promise that it is only an opinion; in hunting for the etymons of these fairy names we can scarcely expect to arrive at any thing like certainty. I suppose you are aware that the name...
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THE RETURN OF THE DEAD Swayne Dyring o’er to the island strayed; And were I only young again!He wedded there a lovely maid— To honied words we list so fain. Together they lived seven years and more; And were I only young again!And seven fair babes to him she bore— To honied words we list so fain. Then death arrived in luckless hour; And were I only young again!Then died the...
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LITTLE ENGEL. It was the little Engel, he So handsome was and gay;To Upland rode he on a tide And bore a maid away. In ill hour he to Upland rode And made a maid his prize;The first night they together lay Was down by Vesteryse. It was the little Engel he Awoke at black midnight,And straight begins his dream to state In terror and affright. “Methought the wolf-whelp and his...
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PROUD SIGNILD. Proud Signild’s bold brothers have taken her hand,They’ve wedded her into a far distant land. They’ve wedded her far from her own native land,To her father’s foul murderer gave they her hand. And so for eight winters the matter it stood,Their face for eight winters she never once view’d. Proud Signild she brews, and the ruddy wine blends;To her brothers so courteous a bidding...
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GEORGE BORROWSELECTED PASSAGES It is very possible that the reader during his country walks or rides has observed, on coming to four cross-roads, two or three handfuls of grass lying at a small distance from each other down one of these roads; perhaps he may have supposed that this grass was recently plucked from the roadside by frolicsome children, and flung upon the ground in sport, and this may...
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I. KING VALDEMAR’S WOOING. Valdemar King and Sir Strange bold At table sat one day,So many a word ’twixt them there passed In amicable way. “Hear Strange, hear! thou for a time Thy native land must leave;Thou shalt away to Bohemia far My young bride to receive.” Then answered Strange Ebbesen, To answer he was not slow:“Who shall attend me of thy liegemen, If I to...
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Through gloomy paths unknown— Paths which untrodden be,From rock to rock I roam Along the dashing sea. BOWRING. * * * * * NORWICH:printed and published by jarrold and sons.1913 Contents. Preface Lines from Allan Cunningham to George Borrow The Death-raven. From the Danish of Oehlenslæger Fridleif and Helga. From the Danish of Oehlenslæger Sir Middel. From the Old Danish...
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ODE TO GOD. From the Hebrew. Reign’d the Universe’s Master ere were earthly things begun;When His mandate all created, Ruler was the name He won,And alone He’ll rule tremendous when all things are past and gone;He no equal has nor consort, He the singular and loneHas no end and no beginning, His the sceptre, might, and throne;He’s my God and living Saviour, rock to which in need I run;He’s my...
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THE GIANT OF BERNAND ORM UNGERSWAYNE It was the lofty Jutt of Bern O’er all the walls he grew;He was mad and ne’er at rest, To tame him no one knew. He was mad and ne’er at rest, No lord could hold him in;If he had long in Denmark stayed Much damage there had been. It was the lofty Jutt of Bern Bound to his side his glaive,And away to the monarch’s house he rode With the...
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YOUNG SWAIGDERorTHE FORCE OF RUNES It was the young Swaigder, With the little ball he played;The ball flew into the Damsel’s lap, And pale her cheeks it made. The ball flew into the Damsel’s bower. He went of it in quest;Before he out of the bower came, Much care had filled his breast! “The ball, the ball thou shouldst not fling, Shouldst cast it not at me;There sits a maid in...
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