Folklore, Volumen19

Joseph Jacobs, Alfred Trübner Nutt, Arthur Robinson Wright, William Crooke
Folklore Society, 1908
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Most vols. for 1890- contain list of members of the Folk-lore Society.

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Página 183 - Verily she hath twelve feet all dangling down, and six necks exceeding long, and on each a hideous head, and therein three rows of teeth set thick and close, full of black death.
Página 7 - IN THE CHAIR. THE Minutes of the last Annual Meeting were read and confirmed. The...
Página 179 - Laestrygons, where herdsman hails herdsman as he drives in his flock, and the other who drives forth answers the call. There might a sleepless man have earned a double wage, the one as neat-herd, the other shepherding white flocks : so near are the outgoings of the night and of the day.
Página 8 - Clodd, a hearty vote of thanks was accorded to the President for his address ; and a vote of thanks was also accorded to the outgoing members of Council, Mr.
Página 187 - These, ye must know, are they the blessed gods call the Rocks Wandering. By this way even winged things may never pass, nay, not even the cowering doves that bear ambrosia to Father Zeus, but the sheer rock evermore takes away one even of these, and the Father sends in another to make up the tale.
Página 202 - We are all lords' and ladies' sons born in our bower and hall, and you are nothing but a Jewess' child born in an ox's stall. If you're all lords' and ladies' sons born in your bower and hall, I'll make you believe in your latter end, I'm an angel above you all. So he made him a bridge of the beams of the sun and over the river danced he. The rich young lords chased after him and drowned they were all three.

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