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INTO THE TWILIGHT
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, h...
BY THE ROADSIDE
Last night I went to a wide place on the Kiltartan road to listen to some Irish songs. While I wa...
DREAMS THAT HAVE NO MORAL
The friend who heard about Maive and the hazel-stick went to the workhouse another day. She found...
THE FRIENDS OF THE PEOPLE OF FAERY
Those that see the people of faery most often, and so have the most of their wisdom, are often ve...
THE QUEEN AND THE FOOL
I have heard one Hearne, a witch-doctor, who is on the border of Clare and Galway, say that in "e...
WAR
When there was a rumour of war with France a while ago, I met a poor Sligo woman, a soldier's wid...
A REMONSTRANCE WITH SCOTSMEN FOR HAVING SOURED THE DISPOSITION OF THEIR GHOSTS AND FAERIES
Not only in Ireland is faery belief still extant. It was only the other day I heard of a Scottish...
THE GOLDEN AGE
A while ago I was in the train, and getting near Sligo. The last time I had been there something ...
OUR LADY OF THE HILLS
When we were children we did not say at such a distance from the post- office, or so far from the...
THE EATERS OF PRECIOUS STONES
Sometimes when I have been shut off from common interests, and have for a little forgotten to be ...
CONCERNING THE NEARNESS TOGETHER OF HEAVEN, EARTH, AND PURGATORY
In Ireland this world and the world we go to after death are not far apart. I have heard of a gho...
THE RELIGION OF A SAILOR
A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about...
DRUMCLIFF AND ROSSES
Drumcliff and Rosses were, are, and ever shall be, please Heaven! places of unearthly resort. I h...
THE THREE O'BYRNES AND THE EVIL FAERIES
In the dim kingdom there is a great abundance of all excellent things. There is more love there t...
A COWARD
One day I was at the house of my friend the strong farmer, who lives beyond Ben Bulben and Cope's...
THE MAN AND HIS BOOTS
There was a doubter in Donegal, and he would not hear of ghosts or sheogues, and there was a hous...
THE OLD TOWN
I fell, one night some fifteen years ago, into what seemed the power of faery. I had gone with a...
EARTH, FIRE AND WATER
Some French writer that I read when I was a boy, said that the desert went into the heart of the ...
THE UNTIRING ONES
It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always...
KIDNAPPERS
A little north of the town of Sligo, on the southern side of Ben Bulben, some hundreds of feet ab...