The history of sir Thomas Thumb. By the author of 'The heir of Redcliffe'. |
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... passing sweet , and as the melody went on , mingling with the notes of the thrushes and blackbirds , with the rippling of the stream , and the hum of the bees and gnats in the sunshine , a drowsiness fell upon Merlin , and he stretched ...
... passing sweet , and as the melody went on , mingling with the notes of the thrushes and blackbirds , with the rippling of the stream , and the hum of the bees and gnats in the sunshine , a drowsiness fell upon Merlin , and he stretched ...
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... Pass to the earth below it . " The walls of spiders ' legs are made , Well morticed , and finely laid , He was the master of his trade , It curiously that builded . The windows of the eyes of cats , And for the roof , instead of slats ...
... Pass to the earth below it . " The walls of spiders ' legs are made , Well morticed , and finely laid , He was the master of his trade , It curiously that builded . The windows of the eyes of cats , And for the roof , instead of slats ...
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... passing weary of his love . " The forest of Broceliande is now called the wood of Paimpoul , in the Pays de Vannes in Brittany . There lay the vale of false lovers , and the boiling fountain of Baranton , where to draw up a draught in a ...
... passing weary of his love . " The forest of Broceliande is now called the wood of Paimpoul , in the Pays de Vannes in Brittany . There lay the vale of false lovers , and the boiling fountain of Baranton , where to draw up a draught in a ...
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... passing well . ' Whether liketh you better , ' said Merlin , ' the sword or the scabbard ? ' ' Me liketh better the sword , ' said King Arthur . ' Ye are more unwise , ' said Merlin , for the scabbard is worth ten of the sword ; for ...
... passing well . ' Whether liketh you better , ' said Merlin , ' the sword or the scabbard ? ' ' Me liketh better the sword , ' said King Arthur . ' Ye are more unwise , ' said Merlin , for the scabbard is worth ten of the sword ; for ...
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... passing sore , and they were so weary that they left that battle on even hand . So this knight which ought this shield saw that there was none other way but that he must die ; and then he commanded me to bear this shield unto the Court ...
... passing sore , and they were so weary that they left that battle on even hand . So this knight which ought this shield saw that there was none other way but that he must die ; and then he commanded me to bear this shield unto the Court ...
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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...