"Glamourie" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... his cradle in the glamourie They have stolen my wee brother, Housed a changeling in his swaddlings For to fret my own poor mother. Pules it in the candle light Wi' a cheek so lean and white, Chinkling up its eyne so wee Wailing shrill at her an' me. It we'll neither rock nor tend Till the Silent Silent ...
— Peacock Pie, A Book of Rhymes • Walter de la Mare |
