The History of Sir Thomas ThumbT. Constable, 1855 - 142 страници |
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... Mordred come forward , and feel gently about , as though searching for something . Instantly the little knight's sharp wits were on the alert , and he recollected yestermorn to have heard Sir Mordred murmuring because the King would not ...
... Mordred come forward , and feel gently about , as though searching for something . Instantly the little knight's sharp wits were on the alert , and he recollected yestermorn to have heard Sir Mordred murmuring because the King would not ...
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... Mordred . And truly , when Sir Mordred sat in his place at the banquet , the forefinger of his right hand was so grievously swollen that he could scarcely use it . But good King Arthur loved his nephew still , and would not openly ...
... Mordred . And truly , when Sir Mordred sat in his place at the banquet , the forefinger of his right hand was so grievously swollen that he could scarcely use it . But good King Arthur loved his nephew still , and would not openly ...
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... Mordred ; " a plaything for a court pageant . " Sir Thomas shook his lance , as if to answer that Sir Mordred knew the powers thereof ; and the traitor began to speak him fair , and own that his valour and faith did indeed make up for ...
... Mordred ; " a plaything for a court pageant . " Sir Thomas shook his lance , as if to answer that Sir Mordred knew the powers thereof ; and the traitor began to speak him fair , and own that his valour and faith did indeed make up for ...
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... Mordred had put aside his guard , and griping him tightly between his finger and thumb , so that he had no breath to cry out , he forced the ring over his shoulders , and squeezing him till his ribs were cracking , and his sense was ...
... Mordred had put aside his guard , and griping him tightly between his finger and thumb , so that he had no breath to cry out , he forced the ring over his shoulders , and squeezing him till his ribs were cracking , and his sense was ...
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... Mordred the traitor.54 CC It was his My King has prevailed , " quoth Sir Thomas to himself ; " I am too late to give my small aid . ” As he spoke , he beheld close to him on the ground , a rueful sight . It was the dragon crest that he ...
... Mordred the traitor.54 CC It was his My King has prevailed , " quoth Sir Thomas to himself ; " I am too late to give my small aid . ” As he spoke , he beheld close to him on the ground , a rueful sight . It was the dragon crest that he ...
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Страница 100 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Страница 130 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Страница 100 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough briar, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Страница 100 - O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Страница 97 - This is MAB, the mistress fairy, That doth nightly rob the dairy, And can hurt or help the churning (As she please), without discerning. She that pinches country wenches, If they rub not clean their benches...
Страница 114 - This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt, Still walking like a ragged colt, And oft out of a bush doth bolt, Of purpose to deceive us ; And, leading us, makes us to stray, Long winters nights out of the way, And when we stick in mire and clay, He doth with laughter leave us.
Страница 111 - Pink and Pin, Tick and Quick and Jill and Jin, Tit and Nit and Wap and Win, The train that wait upon her. Upon a grasshopper they got And, what with amble and with trot, For hedge nor ditch they spared not, But after her they hie them; A cobweb over them they throw, To shield the wind if it should blow, Themselves they wisely could bestow, Lest any should espy them.
Страница 100 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Страница 96 - And somewhat southward toward the noon, Whence lies a way up to the moon, And thence the Fairy can as soon Pass to the earth below it. The walls of spiders...
Страница 108 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.