Legendary Fictions of the Irish Celts

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Macmillan and Company, 1866 - Folklore - 352 pages

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Page 127 - ... to the kitchen, leave it till again. Then he comes and sits fornent the boy, let down one of his ears, and cocked up the other, and gave a grin. The poor fellow strove to roar out, but not a dheeg 'ud come out of his throat. The last thing the pooka done was to rake up the fire, and walk out, giving such a slap o' the door, that the boy thought the house couldn't help tumbling down.
Page 109 - The king slipped five guineas into my hand as soon as I was on the ground, and thanked me, and bade me good night. I hope I'll never see his face again. I got into bed, and couldn't sleep for a long time ; and when I examined my five guineas this morning, that I left in the table-drawer the last thing, I found five withered leaves of oak — bad scran to the giver...
Page 65 - ... of gold off it, and the third bargain was made. That evening the prince was lying on his bed at twilight, and his mind much disturbed; and the door opened, and in his princess walked, and down she sat by his bedside, and sung: "Four long years I was married to thee; Three sweet babes I bore to thee; Brown Bear of Norway, won't you turn to me?
Page 189 - Guildford then in waiting on the queen, and leaving her in an almost breathless sleep in her privy chamber, went out to take a little air, and met her majesty, as she thought, three or four chambers off. Alarmed at the...
Page 19 - She wasn't there long till she saw a girl with a piece of bread and butter in one hand, and a pitcher in the other, coming and stooping over the well.
Page 128 - I'll tell you, and welcome. I was a servant in the time of Squire R.'s father, and was the laziest rogue that ever was clothed and fed, and done nothing for it. When my time came for the other world, this is the punishment was laid on me — to come here and do all this labour every night, and then go out in the cold. It isn't so bad in the fine weather ; but if you only knew what it is to stand with your head between your legs, facing the storm, from midnight to sunrise, on a bleak winter night.
Page 50 - I'll give my youngest daughter for a wife to whoever brings three crowns to me like the others ; and if he doesn't care to be married, some other one will, and I'll make his fortune."
Page 52 - Never fear," says he. But there's some people that couldn't be good-natured if they were to be made heirs of Damer's estate. Not a bit civiller was the new messenger than the old, and when the king opened the carriage door a second time, it's a shower of mud that came down on him ; and if he didn't fume, and splutter, and shake himself, it's no matter. "There's no use," says he, "going on this way. The fox never got a better messenger than himself.
Page 128 - ... the door, that the boy thought the house couldn't help tumbling down. Well, to be sure if there wasn'ta hullabullo next morning when the poor fellow told his story! They could talk of nothing else the whole day. One said one thing, another said another, but a fat, lazy scullery girl said the wittiest thing of all . " Musha!" says she, " if the pooka does be cleaning up everything that way when we are asleep, what should we be slaving ourselves for doing his work?" "Shu gu dheine"* says another...
Page 167 - Making use of a twig which she held in her hand as a steed, she gracefully soared up the chimney, and was rapidly followed by the rest. But when it came to the housekeeper, Shemus interposed. " By your leave, ma'am," said he, snatching twig and cap.

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