The Fairy Mythology: Illustrative of the Romance & Superstition of Various CountriesBonn, 1860 - 560 страници |
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... heavy I know . ‡ To her came wooing good earls two , Time with me goes slow.- But neither of them would she hearken unto , But that grief is heavy I know . * This fine ancient Visa was taken down from recitation in West Gothland . The ...
... heavy I know . ‡ To her came wooing good earls two , Time with me goes slow.- But neither of them would she hearken unto , But that grief is heavy I know . * This fine ancient Visa was taken down from recitation in West Gothland . The ...
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... heavy I know . To her came wooing kings then seven , Time with me goes slow.— But unto none her hand has she given , But that grief is heavy I know . And the hill - king asked his mother to read , Time with me goes slow.- How to win ...
... heavy I know . To her came wooing kings then seven , Time with me goes slow.— But unto none her hand has she given , But that grief is heavy I know . And the hill - king asked his mother to read , Time with me goes slow.- How to win ...
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... heavy I know . So he took the maiden his arms between , Time with me goes slow.- He gave her a gold crown and the name of queen , But that grief is heavy I know . So she was in the hill for eight round years , Time with me goes slow ...
... heavy I know . So he took the maiden his arms between , Time with me goes slow.- He gave her a gold crown and the name of queen , But that grief is heavy I know . So she was in the hill for eight round years , Time with me goes slow ...
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... heavy I know . " And where hast thou so long stayed ? " Time with me goes slow.- " I have been in the flowery meads , " But that grief is heavy I know . " What veil is that thou wearest on thy hair ? " Time with me goes slow.- " Such as ...
... heavy I know . " And where hast thou so long stayed ? " Time with me goes slow.- " I have been in the flowery meads , " But that grief is heavy I know . " What veil is that thou wearest on thy hair ? " Time with me goes slow.- " Such as ...
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... heavy I know . The hill - king struck her on the cheek rosie , Time with me goes slow.— " And pack to the hill to thy children wee , " But that grief is heavy I know . The hill - king struck her with a twisted root , Time with me goes ...
... heavy I know . The hill - king struck her on the cheek rosie , Time with me goes slow.— " And pack to the hill to thy children wee , " But that grief is heavy I know . The hill - king struck her with a twisted root , Time with me goes ...
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Страница 332 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back...
Страница 328 - 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...
Страница 333 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Страница 327 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Страница 345 - 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 332 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Страница 331 - O ! then. I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the fore-finger of an alderman,* Drawn with a team of little atomies Over' men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 23 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots. Their port was more than human, as they stood ; I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play in the plighted clouds.
Страница 331 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; 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 waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night...
Страница 381 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.