. . . Down the destined plain
'Twixt Britain and the bands of France
Wild as marsh-borne meteor's glance,
Strange phantoms wheeled a revel dance
And doom'd the future slain.
Scott, William Bell. The Witch's Ballad. (In The Oxford book of English verse.)
Drawn up I was right off my feet,
Into the mist and off my feet,
And, dancing on each chimney top
I saw a thousand darling imps
Keeping time with skip and hop.
Shairp, John Campbell. Cailleach bein-y-vreich. (In Stedman's Victorian Anthology.)
Then I mount the blast, and we ride full fast,
And laugh as we stride the storm,
I, and the witch of the Cruachan Ben
And the scowling-eyed Seul-Gorm.
Shanly, C. D. The Walker of the Snow. (In Stedman's Victorian Anthology.)
. . . I saw by the sickly moonlight
As I followed, bending low,
That the walking of the stranger
Left no footmarks on the snow.
Sharp, William. ("Fiona McLeod.") Cap'n Goldsack.
Down in the yellow bay where the scows are sleeping,
Where among the dead men the sharks flit to and fro—
There Cap'n Goldsack goes creeping, creeping, creeping,
Looking for his treasure down below.
Southey, Robert. The Old Woman of Berkeley.