...farm-work — " That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength." Thus both Classical and later antiquity combine in asserting the existence of dsemons or goblins whose...

...flail hath thresh'd the com, That ten day-laborers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend, iev'd ? Great acts require great means of enterprise;...unknown, unfriended, low of birth, A carpenter thy matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd...

...hath thresh'd the corn, That ten day-laborers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend. matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep. By whispering winds Boon lull'd asleep. Tower'd...

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...Milton seems to have been indebted for his " drudging Goblin :" — • " the lunbar-fiemi, ' Who' probable allusion to them, Beaumont fondly lets his thoughts wander, in his le But the most common tradition with regard to the Brownie is, that, in point of size, he was similar...

...fiend, And, stretch'dout all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; L ALLEGRO. And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd...

...hath thresh'd the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks...crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whisp'ring winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd...

...the corn, That ten dny-lab'rers could not end, Then lays him down the lubber fiend, And, strctch'd ll'd Mother of human race.' What could I do, But follow straight, invisi cropful out of doors he flings Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they...

...the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lays him down, the lubber fiend, And stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings." In Scotland, as well as England,...

...flail had thrash'd the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And stretch'd out all the chimney's length Basks at...crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd to sleep. Tower'd...