The History of Sir Thomas ThumbT. Constable, 1855 - 142 страници |
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... Poor Tom was not more prophetic than grammatical , for there is only one history of him extant , besides an old ballad , which is not very poetical . They both agree in taking him to King Arthur's court and into Fairy - land . Mr ...
... Poor Tom was not more prophetic than grammatical , for there is only one history of him extant , besides an old ballad , which is not very poetical . They both agree in taking him to King Arthur's court and into Fairy - land . Mr ...
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... Mab , " a rough rude garment , where my poor little elves lose their way , and are stifled to very sneezing . Ungainly monsters are you mortals at the best ! " So , please your elfin grace , " quoth Merlin 14 THE HISTORY OF.
... Mab , " a rough rude garment , where my poor little elves lose their way , and are stifled to very sneezing . Ungainly monsters are you mortals at the best ! " So , please your elfin grace , " quoth Merlin 14 THE HISTORY OF.
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... poor little thing . " " Pooh ! " said the old aunt , " I will soon show you what he is ! Let me heat the poker in the fire , and I will put him to flight ! Else you may bear the name of a harbourer of witches . " 17 " Here is the priest ...
... poor little thing . " " Pooh ! " said the old aunt , " I will soon show you what he is ! Let me heat the poker in the fire , and I will put him to flight ! Else you may bear the name of a harbourer of witches . " 17 " Here is the priest ...
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... pleased with his own sharpness . The poor boys were much vexed at the strange loss of their cherry stones , but their grief only diverted the young rogue , until one , cleverer than the rest , marking him. SIR THOMAS THUMB . 29.
... pleased with his own sharpness . The poor boys were much vexed at the strange loss of their cherry stones , but their grief only diverted the young rogue , until one , cleverer than the rest , marking him. SIR THOMAS THUMB . 29.
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... poor little culprit , and bruised him sadly . He cried aloud for mercy ; and the boy , who only sought to give him a lesson , released him on his promising never to do the like again . Much hurt , Tom hobbled home , but the pain did not ...
... poor little culprit , and bruised him sadly . He cried aloud for mercy ; and the boy , who only sought to give him a lesson , released him on his promising never to do the like again . Much hurt , Tom hobbled home , but the pain did not ...
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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.