I never saw a moor I never saw a Moor-- -- I never saw the Sea-- -- Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be.
I never saw a Moor — — I never saw the Sea — — Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be.
the moor is dark beneath the moon, !
Like the moor which looked down on her every time she opened her front door.
As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross.
As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross.
" 'I saw the fugitive King Christian crossing a heather - grown moor; he met a wretched cart drawn by only one horse.
He stood alone in his room, and looked out upon the sea, over the meadow, over moor and coast.
(1861) OUR scene is laid in Northern Jutland, in the so-called "wild moor.
They were both silent, but he took her hand, and they walked together across the purple heath, over moor and meadow towards the sandhills.
But when she came to the place where the footpath led across the moor, she found small pools of water, and a great deal of mud, so she threw the loaf into the mud, and trod upon it, that she might pass without wetting her feet.
So they went to live in the mud hut in the open field, and I wandered away, over moor and meadow, through bare bushes and leafless forests, to the open sea, to the broad shores in other lands, 'Whir-r-r, whir-r-r!
It may well be called the Wild Moor; and one can easily imagine, with such a wild expanse of marsh and lake, how lonely and dreary it must have been a thousand years ago.
The young brown reeds on the moor waved to and fro in feathery billows; the forest boughs were hidden in a watery mist, and still light and darkness followed each other, still came the silence after the roar, while the corn and the blades of grass lay beaten down and swamped, so that it seemed impossible they could ever raise themselves again.
" How it sounded like the cry of the frogs on the moor, or like the creaking of great boots when some one is marching,—always the same tone, so monotonous and wearing, that little Tuk at length fell fast asleep, and then the sound could not annoy him.
The third was of quite a different sort; she had learnt in the brew-house of the moor witch how to lard elfin puddings with glow-worms.
So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by wild ducks.
He was quite unchanged, the dear old Moon, and had the same face exactly that he used to show when he peered down upon me through the willow trees on the moor.
There are still one or two flowers left on the moor.
