The History of Sir Thomas ThumbT. Constable, 1855 - 142 страници |
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... dancing fairies who traced the rings on the grass , and of whom Mab was Queen . The males of these were called elves , the females fairies or elf - women , and they were thought so beautiful that we find many of the old Saxons named ...
... dancing fairies who traced the rings on the grass , and of whom Mab was Queen . The males of these were called elves , the females fairies or elf - women , and they were thought so beautiful that we find many of the old Saxons named ...
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... Dance , because the giants of old had brought them from Africa . He could make one knight wear the semblance of another ; he could tell what passed in every dwelling , and could fly through the air as swift as thought ; indeed there was ...
... Dance , because the giants of old had brought them from Africa . He could make one knight wear the semblance of another ; he could tell what passed in every dwelling , and could fly through the air as swift as thought ; indeed there was ...
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... dance the night before , and all were resting after it the sentry at the gate was nodding his head beneath his helmet stripped from the skull - cap seeds , and leaning on his lance , tipped with the sting of a bee , and loudly had he to ...
... dance the night before , and all were resting after it the sentry at the gate was nodding his head beneath his helmet stripped from the skull - cap seeds , and leaning on his lance , tipped with the sting of a bee , and loudly had he to ...
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... dance over the cream till it turned sour , or cause the junkets to disappear , but that was only where the dairy was not clean and cool ; and if here and there a maid were pinched or nipped , it was when the hearth was ill swept , and ...
... dance over the cream till it turned sour , or cause the junkets to disappear , but that was only where the dairy was not clean and cool ; and if here and there a maid were pinched or nipped , it was when the hearth was ill swept , and ...
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... I like having a son dancing in the bogs like a Will - of- hope you the - wisp.❞ Just then , the whinnying of a colt was heard outside , and the E old dame fancying her market - colt had got loose SIR THOMAS THUMB . 33.
... I like having a son dancing in the bogs like a Will - of- hope you the - wisp.❞ Just then , the whinnying of a colt was heard outside , and the E old dame fancying her market - colt had got loose SIR THOMAS THUMB . 33.
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adventure armour arms aunt bade ballad began beheld beneath black shield Britain Caerleon called Castle changeling Cloth Cote-Mal-Taille cried dame damsel dance death dragon egg-shell elfin elves elvish enchanted Excalibar eyes fair fairies Fairy-land father fear fell forest Geoffrey of Monmouth giant gnat golden green hand hast head heard honour horse Janet King Arthur King Arthur's court King's Lady lake lance laughing legends light little knight loathly lady Merddyn Merlin Midsummer Night's Dream mortal Morte d'Arthur mother never NOTE Oberon Owen pinch Pixie poor Puck Queen Guenever Queen Mab quoth ride ring River Camel Robin Goodfellow rode romances Round Table shew Sir Bedivere Sir Gawayne Sir Kaye Sir Lancelot Sir Mordred Sir Thomas Thumb Sleekfoot sleep spider sport steed stones stood sword thee THOMAS CONSTABLE thou thought told Tom Thumb took tree unto Viviana
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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.