The Veil of Isis, Or, The Mysteries of the Druids

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C.J. Skeet, 1861 - 250 Seiten
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Nutzerbericht  - Loptsson - LibraryThing

A very interesting book. I feel at times that he is reaching in some of his claims concerning the Druids but it doesn't detract much from the reading. I simply made notations in the margin where I ... Vollständige Rezension lesen

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Nutzerbericht  - LadyBlossom - LibraryThing

An interesting history of Britian, a lot of information that is quite new, to me anyway. Vollständige Rezension lesen

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Seite 201 - But if the wife should drink of it first God help the husband then ! The stranger stooped to the Well of St. Keyne And drank of the water again. " You drank of the Well I warrant betimes ?
Seite 200 - St. Keyne,' quoth the Cornish-man, 'many a time Drank of this crystal Well, And before the Angel summoned her, She laid on the water a spell. 'If the husband of this gifted Well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life.
Seite 199 - But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm-tree stand beside, And behind does an ash-tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below. A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne...
Seite 191 - ... dream of the man you are to have. This we did; and to be sure I did nothing all night but dream of Mr. Blossom. The same night, exactly at twelve o'clock, I sowed hempseed in our back yard, and said to myself," Hempseed I sow, hemp-seed I hoe, and he that is my true love come after me and mow.
Seite 200 - And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.
Seite 187 - ... being, the supposed preserver of their flocks and herds, or to some particular animal, the real destroyer of them: each person then turns his face to the fire, breaks off a knob, and flinging it over his shoulders, says, "This I give to thee, preserve thou my horses; this to thee, preserve thou my sheep; and so on.
Seite 211 - Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme.
Seite 200 - I'll venture my life She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne ." "I have left a good woman who never was here...
Seite 187 - The rites begin with spilling some of the caudle on the ground, by way of libation: on that every one takes a cake of oatmeal, upon which are raised nine square knobs, each dedicated to some particular being, the supposed preserver of their flocks and herds, or to some particular animal, the real destroyer of them: each person then turns his face to the fire, breaks off...
Seite 185 - There is amongst us a people who, when they go out in search of prey, carry their horses on their backs to the place of plunder ; in order to catch their prey, they leap upon their horses, and when it is taken, carry their horses home again upon their shoulders.

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