Bygone days in Devonshire and Cornwall, with notes of existing superstitions and customs

Richard Bentley and Son, 1874 - 276 páginas

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Página 223 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold. Look homeward, Angel now, and melt with ruth: And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Página 27 - Here's to thee, old apple-tree, Whence thou mayst bud, and whence thou mayst blow ! And whence thou mayst bear apples enow ! Hats full! caps full! Bushel — bushel — sacks full, And my pockets full too ! Huzza...
Página 110 - Here lies John Oxenham, a goodly young- man, in whose chamber, as he was struggling with the pangs of death, a bird with a white breast was seen fluttering about his bed, and so vanished.
Página 5 - Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for its living, And a child that is born on the Sabbath day Is fair and wise and good and gay.
Página 201 - For there was no man knew from whence he came; But after tempest, when the long wave broke All down the thundering shores of Bude and Bos, There came a day as still as heaven, and then They found a naked child upon the sands Of dark Tintagil by the Cornish sea; And that was Arthur...
Página 110 - Here lies also Mary Oxenham, the sister of the said John, who died the next day, and the same apparition was seen in the room.
Página 267 - You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes?" He to the Cornishman said: But the Cornishman smiled as the stranger spake, And sheepishly shook his head. " I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done, And left my wife in the porch; But i' faith she had been wiser than me, For she took a bottle to church.
Página 110 - At the bottom of the stone there is, Here lies Elizabeth Oxenham, the mother of the said John, who died sixteen years since, when such a bird with a white breast was seen about her bed before her death.
Página 195 - Hurling taketh his denomination from throwing of the ball, and is of two sorts ; in the east parts of Cornwall to goales, and in the west to the country. For hurling to goales there are fifteen, twenty, or thirty .players, more or less, chosen out on each side, who strip themselves to their slightest apparell and then join hands in ranke one against another ; out of these rankes they match themselves by payres, one embracing another, and so passe away, every of which couple are especially to watch...
Página 203 - O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roar'd ; High the screaming sea-mew soar'd ; On Tintaggel's topmost tower Darksome fell the sleety shower ; Round the rough castle shrilly sung The whirling blast, and wildly flung On each tall rampart's thundering side The surges of the tumbling tide ; When Arthur ranged his red-cross ranks On conscious Camlan's crimson'd banks...

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