Summary

Patrick Buchan Legends of the North: The Guidman O' Inglismill and The Fairy Bride

Notwithstanding the progressive increase of knowledge, and proportional decay of superstition in the Highlands, these genii are still supposed by many of the people to exist in the woods and sequestered valleys of the mountains, where they frequently appear to the lonely traveller, clothed in green, with dishevelled hair floating over their shoulders, and with faces more blooming than the vermeil blush of a summer evening.
Source: Gutenberg

Patrick Buchan Legends of the North: The Guidman O' Inglismill and The Fairy Bride

Breaks thro' the quiet silence of the Night;
There Music's softest Ayrs fill all the Plains,
And mighty Pan delights the list'ning Swains.
The Goat-faced Pan, whilst Flocks securely feed,
With long-hung lip he blows his Oaten Reed;
The horn'd, the half-beast God, when brisk and gay,
With Pine-leaves crown'd, provokes the Swains to play.
Ten thousand such Romants the Vulgar tell,
Perhaps lest men should think the Gods will dwell
In Towns alone, and scorn their Plains, and Cell:
Or somewhat; for Man, credulous and vain,
Delights to hear strange things—delights to feign.
Source: Gutenberg

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