Irish Fairy Tales (Stephens)
IRISH FAIRY TALES
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In a forked glen into which he slipped at night-fall he was surrounded by giant toads (page 250).
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SEUMAS AND IRIS
"Wild and shy and monstrous creatures ranged in her plains and forests"
"My life became a ceaseless scurry and wound and escape, a burden and anguish of watchfulness"
He might think, as he stared on a staring horse, "a boy cannot wag his tail to keep the flies off"
How he strained and panted to catch on that pursuing person and pursue her and get his own switch into action
A man who did not like dogs. In fact, he hated them. When he saw one he used to go black in the face, and he threw rocks at it until it got out of sight
Then they went hand in hand in the country that smells of apple-blossom and honey
The door of Fionn's chamber opened gently and a young woman came into the room
She looked with angry woe at the straining and snarling horde below
The banqueting hall was in tumult
The thumping of his big boots grew as continuous as the pattering of hailstones on a roof, and the wind of his passage blew trees down
"This one is fat," said Guillen, and she rolled a bulky Fenian along like a wheel
They stood outside, filled with savagery and terror
The waves of all the worlds seemed to whirl past them in one huge green cataract
They offered a cow for each leg of her cow, but she would not accept that offer unless Fiachna went bail for the payment
The Hag of the Mill was a bony, thin pole of a hag with odd feet