As sparckles from the Anduile vse to fly, / When heauie hammers on the wedge are swaid

I own a small parcel of land between the refinery and the fish cannery.

The Pooka, who appeared in the shape of a horse, and whom Shakespeare has adapted as “Puck,” was a goblin who combined “horseplay” with viciousness. The dullaghan was a churchyard demon whose head was of a movable kind, ...

And as for ancient history, I think a good share of that could be bonfired. Kings, Emperors, Popes, Doges, Consuls, Priests, Shahs, Pharoahs, and all their quarrels and squabblings, with the times and seasons of the same—what a fine blaze they would make, and it is the only fine thing they could make, as I count it.