'"In Cornwaile's fair land, bye the poole on the moore.
Tregeagle the wicked did dwell."
Tregeagle the wicked did dwell."
by John Penwarne
"Thrice he began to tell his doleful tale,
And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice."
And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice."
WHO has not heard of the wild spirit Tregeagle? He haunts equally the moor, the rocky coasts, and the blown sand-hills of Cornwall. From north to south, from east to west, this doomed spirit is heard of, and to the day of judgment he is doomed to wander, pursued by avenging fiends. For ever endeavouring to perform some task by which he hopes to secure repose, and being for ever defeated. Who has not heard the howling of Tregeagle? When the storms come with all their strength from the Atlantic, and urge themselves upon the rocks around the Land's End, the howls of the spirit are louder than the roaring of the winds. When calms rest upon the ocean, and the waves can scarcely form upon the resting waters, low wailings creep along the coast. These are the wailings of this wandering soul...' [cont.]
Hunt 1903
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