The history of sir Thomas Thumb. By the author of 'The heir of Redcliffe'. |
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... Robin Goodfellow- " My actions all , in volumes two are wrote , The least of which will never be forgot . " Poor Tom was not more prophetic than grammatical , for there is only one history of him extant , besides an old ballad , which ...
... Robin Goodfellow- " My actions all , in volumes two are wrote , The least of which will never be forgot . " Poor Tom was not more prophetic than grammatical , for there is only one history of him extant , besides an old ballad , which ...
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... Robin Goodfellow was chris- tened , man ; and did that save him from becoming the spiteful Hob - goblin ? " 18 " Even so , ” the priest made answer , " he followed unchecked the longings and promptings of his elvish nature , till he ...
... Robin Goodfellow was chris- tened , man ; and did that save him from becoming the spiteful Hob - goblin ? " 18 " Even so , ” the priest made answer , " he followed unchecked the longings and promptings of his elvish nature , till he ...
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... robin to look for the way home , but as if from the flower itself came a voice and laugh , " Ho ! ho ! ha ! ha ! He fancied he was Robin Goodfellow himself ! " . There was no use in hoping that Puck would help him in his need ; so he ...
... robin to look for the way home , but as if from the flower itself came a voice and laugh , " Ho ! ho ! ha ! ha ! He fancied he was Robin Goodfellow himself ! " . There was no use in hoping that Puck would help him in his need ; so he ...
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... Robin Goodfellow's mocking laugh was the louder . " Little thanks will you gain , little credit ! The little mannikin will be their game . Better make game of them ! " Tom began to think so , but he crouched together , and thought of ...
... Robin Goodfellow's mocking laugh was the louder . " Little thanks will you gain , little credit ! The little mannikin will be their game . Better make game of them ! " Tom began to think so , but he crouched together , and thought of ...
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... Robin Goodfellow , perceiving his intent . " This is no forest of your own ; you escape us not so easily . This is the wood of Broceliande , with seas between you and Caerleon . Ho ! ho ! what will King Arthur think ? He will say that ...
... Robin Goodfellow , perceiving his intent . " This is no forest of your own ; you escape us not so easily . This is the wood of Broceliande , with seas between you and Caerleon . Ho ! ho ! what will King Arthur think ? He will say that ...
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adventure armour arms aunt bade ballad began beheld beneath black shield Britain Caerleon called Castle changeling Cote-Mal-Taille cried dame damsel dance death dragon elfin elves elvish enchanted Excalibar eyes fair fairies Fairy-land father fear fell forest Geoffrey of Monmouth giant gnat green hand hast head heard honour horse Janet King Arthur King Arthur's court King's Lady lake lance Lancelot du Lac 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 tale thee thou thought told Tom Thumb took tree unto Viviana weary
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Страница 99 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
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.
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 99 - The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her...
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...