 I loose my shaft, I loose it and the moon clouds over, I loose it, and the sun is extinguished, I loose it, and the stars burn dim. But it is not the sun, moon, and stars that I shoot at, It is the stalk of the heart of that child of the congregation,...  St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves: Stories - Page 19by Karen Russell - 2007 - 208 pagesLimited preview - About this book
 | James George Frazer - Dying and rising gods - 1900 - 510 pages
...and recite through it the following words : " OM. I loose my shaft, I loose it and the moon clouds over, I loose it, and the sun is extinguished. I loose it, and the stars bum dim. But it is not the sun, moon, and stars that I shoot at, It is the stalk of the heart of that... | |
 | Walter William Skeat - Folk literature, Malay - 1900 - 776 pages
...hollowed fist. The charm runs as follows : — " ' OM.' I loose my shaft, I loose it and the moon clouds over, I loose it, and the sun is extinguished, I loose it, and the stars burn dim. But it is not the sun, moon, and stars that I shoot at, It is the stalk of the heart of that... | |
 | Joseph Jacobs, Alfred Trübner Nutt, Arthur Robinson Wright, William Crooke - Electronic journals - 1902 - 592 pages
...through it the charm, which runs as follows : — " Om, I loose my shaft, I loose it, and the moon clouds over, I loose it and the sun is extinguished, I loose it and the stars burn dim. Yet I shoot not at sun, moon, or stars, But at the heart-strings of a child of the human... | |
 | Folklore Society (Great Britain) - Folklore - 1902 - 1012 pages
...through it the charm, which runs as follows : — " Om, I loose my shaft, I loose it, and the moon clouds over, I loose it and the sun is extinguished, I loose it and the stars burn dim. Yet I shoot not at sun, moon, or stars, But at the heart-strings of a child of the human... | |
 | Walter William Skeat - History - 1965 - 772 pages
...fist. The charm runs as follows : — " ' OM." I loose my shaft, 1 loose it and the moon clouds over, 1 loose it, and the sun is extinguished, I loose it, and the stars burn dim. But it is not the sun, moon, and stars that I shoot at, It is the stalk of the heart of that... | |
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