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THE TALE OF BRYNILD Sivard he a colt has got, The swiftest ’neath the sun;Proud Brynild from the Hill of Glass In open day he won. Unto her did of knights and swains The very flower ride;Not one of them the maid to win Could climb the mountain’s side. The hill it was both steep and smooth; Upon its lofty headHer sire had set her, knight nor swain He swore with her should...
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THE SONG OF DEIRDRA Farewell, grey Albyn, much loved land, I ne’er shall see thy hills again;Upon those hills I oft would stand And view the chase sweep o’er the plain. ’Twas pleasant from their tops I ween To see the stag that bounding ran;And all the rout of hunters keen, The sons of Usna in the van. The chiefs of Albyn feasted high, Amidst them Usna’s children shone;And...
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THE VERNER RAVEN The Raven he flies in the evening tide, He in day dares not intrude;Whoever is born to have evil luck In vain may seek for good. Lustily flies the Verner Raven, High o’er the wall he’s flown,For he was aware that Irmindlin fair Sate in her bower alone. He southward flew, and he northward flew, He flew high up in the cloud;And he beheld May Irmindlin Who...
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THE TALISMAN From the Russian of Pushkin. Where fierce the surge with awful bellowDoth ever lash the rocky wall;And where the moon most brightly mellowDost beam when mists of evening fall;Where midst his harem’s countless blissesThe Moslem spends his vital span,A Sorceress there with gentle kissesPresented me a Talisman. And said: until thy latest minutePreserve, preserve my Talisman;A secret power...
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Faustus, having long struggled with the shadows of Theology, the bubbles of Metaphysics, and the ignes-fatui of Morality, without being able to bring his mind to a firm conviction, at length cast himself into the dark fields of Magic, in the hope of forcing from Nature what she had so obstinately withheld from him. His first attainment was the remarkable invention of Printing; but his second was...
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ERMELINE. With lance upraised so haughtily Sir Thunye rides from Alsey town;On land and main he was, I ween, A daring knight of high renown. Sir Thunye rides in good green wood, He fain will chase the nimble hare;And there he meeteth the Dwarf’s daughter, All with her band of maidens fair. Sir Thunye rides in good green wood, To chase the nimble hart and hind;And there he meets...
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INTRODUCTION ‘Lavengro’ and ‘The Romany Rye’ are one book, though the former was published in 1851 and the latter not until 1857. After a slumber of six years the dingle re-awakes to life, Lavengro’s hammer shatters the stillness, and the blaze of his forge again lights up its shadows, while all the strange persons of the drama take up their parts at the point where the curtain had been so...
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My Dearest Carreta, I arrived this day at Venice, and though I am exceedingly tired I hasten to write a line to inform you of my well-being. I am now making for home as fast as possible, and I have now nothing to detain me. Since I wrote to you last I have been again in quarantine for two days and a half at Trieste, but I am glad to say that I shall no longer be detained on that account. I was...
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MARSK STIG’S DAUGHTERS Two daughters fair the Marshal had,O grievous was their fate and sad. The eldest she took her sister’s handAnd away they went to Sweden’s land. Home from the Stevn King Byrgye rode;Up to him Marsk Stig’s daughters trode. “What women ye who beset my gate?What brings ye hither at eve so late?” “Daughters of Stig, the Marshal brave,So earnestly thee for help we...
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TORD OF HAFSBOROUGH It was Tord of Hafsborough, O’er the verdant wold would ride,And there he lost his hammer of gold, ’Twas lost for so long a tide. It was Tord of Hafsborough, His brother he addressed:“Thou shalt away to the Norland hills, My hammer be thy quest.” It was Lokke Leyemand, A feather robe o’er him drew;And away to the Norland mountains high O’er the...
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