The Mythology of Fairies. Thomas Keightley

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СКАЧАТЬ "Ride away, ride away, now Sir Thynnè,

       Before the return of my lord."

      And it was the knight Sir Thynnè,

       He rideth under the green hill side,

       There then met him the hill-kings two.

       As slow to the hill they ride.

      "Well met! Good day, now Sir Thynnè!

       Thy horse can well with thee pace;

       Whither directed is thy course?

       Since thou'rt bound to a distant place."

      "Travel shall I and woo;

       Plight me shall I a flower;

       Try shall I my sword so good,

       To my weal or my woe in the stour."

      "Ride in peace, ride in peace, away, Sir Thynnè,

       From us thou hast nought to fear;

       They are coming, the champions from Iseland,

       Who with thee long to break a spear."

      And it was the knight Sir Thynnè,

       He rideth under the green hill side;

       There met him seven Bernisk champions,

       They bid him to halt and abide.

      "And whether shall we fight to-day,

       For the red gold and the silvér;

       Or shall we fight together to-day,

       For both our true loves fair?"

      And it was the king's sister's son,

       He was of mood so hastý;

       "Of silver and gold I have enow,

       If thou wilt credit me."

      "But hast thou not a fair true love,

       Who is called Lady Hermolin?

       For her it is we shall fight to-day,

       If she shall be mine or thine."

      The first charge they together rode,

       They were two champions so tall;

       He cut at the king's sister's son,

       That his head to the ground did fall.

      Back then rode the champions six,

       And dressed themselves in fur;

       Then went into the lofty hall,

       The aged king before.

      And it was then the aged king,

       He tore his gray hairs in woe.

       "Ye must avenge my sister's son's death;

       I will sables and martins bestow."163

      Back then rode the champions six,

       They thought the reward to gain,

       But they remained halt and limbless;

       By loss one doth wit obtain.

      And he slew wolves and bears,

       All before the high chambér;

       Then taketh he out the maiden free

       Who so long had languished there.

      And now hath Lady Hermolin

       Escaped from all harm;

       Now sleeps she sweet full many a sleep,

       On brave Sir Thynnè's arm.

      And now has brave Sir Thynnè

       Escaped all sorrow and tine;

       Now sleeps he sweet full many a sleep,

       Beside Lady Hermolin.

      Most thanketh he Ulva, the little Dwarf's daughter

       Who him with the runes had bound,

       For were he not come inside of the hill,

       The lady he never had found.164

      Proud Margaret.

      Proud Margaret's165 father of wealth had store, Time with me goes slow.— And he was a king seven kingdoms o'er, But that grief is heavy I know.166

      To her came wooing good earls two,

       Time with me goes slow.—

       But neither of them would she hearken unto,

       But that grief is heavy I know.

      To her came wooing princes five,

       Time with me goes slow.—

       Yet not one of them would the maiden have,

       But that grief is heavy I know.

      To her came wooing kings then seven,

       Time with me goes slow.—

       But unto none her hand has she given,

       But that grief is heavy I know.

      And the hill-king asked his mother to read,

       Time with me goes slow.—

       How to win proud Margaret he might speed,

       But that grief is heavy I know.

      "And say how much thou wilt give unto me,"

       Time with me goes slow.—

       "That herself may into the hill come to thee?"

       But that grief is heavy I know.

      "Thee will I give the ruddiest gold,"

       Time with me goes slow.—

       "And thy chests full of money as they can hold,"

       But that grief is heavy I know.

      One Sunday morning it fell out so,

       Time with me goes slow.—

       Proud Margaret unto the church should go,

       But that СКАЧАТЬ