The Fairy Mythology, Том 2W. H. Ainsworth, 1828 |
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... singing , sail o'er the sea away . The queen now endeavours to dissuade her son , but finding her efforts vain , resolves to aid him as far as she can . She gives him a ring , and desires him to ride towards Rome till he comes to where ...
... singing , sail o'er the sea away . The queen now endeavours to dissuade her son , but finding her efforts vain , resolves to aid him as far as she can . She gives him a ring , and desires him to ride towards Rome till he comes to where ...
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Thomas Keightley. The birds were loudly singing , each other rivalling , " I have the right way ridden , " spake Otnit the king ; Then much his heart rejoiced , when he saw the linden spread ; He sprang down from his courser , he held ...
Thomas Keightley. The birds were loudly singing , each other rivalling , " I have the right way ridden , " spake Otnit the king ; Then much his heart rejoiced , when he saw the linden spread ; He sprang down from his courser , he held ...
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Thomas Keightley. KOBOLDS . Vom Kobolt sang die Amme mir Vom Kobolt sing ' ich wieder . Von Halem . Of Kobold sang my nurse to me- Of Kobold I too sing . THE Kobold is exactly the same being as the Danish Nis , Scottish Brownie , and ...
Thomas Keightley. KOBOLDS . Vom Kobolt sang die Amme mir Vom Kobolt sing ' ich wieder . Von Halem . Of Kobold sang my nurse to me- Of Kobold I too sing . THE Kobold is exactly the same being as the Danish Nis , Scottish Brownie , and ...
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... singing , shouting , and making every sort of noise , which made him think that some strangers had come the evening before , and were lodged above , and making themselves merry . He therefore said to the steward , who was standing in ...
... singing , shouting , and making every sort of noise , which made him think that some strangers had come the evening before , and were lodged above , and making themselves merry . He therefore said to the steward , who was standing in ...
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... sing . To dance , away ! away ! In cobweb garlands gray , How light we fairies spring Around the beaten ring ! Where are the feet that never slide ? Like zephyr through the air we glide , Nor bend the tiniest flower aside . THE FAIRY ...
... sing . To dance , away ! away ! In cobweb garlands gray , How light we fairies spring Around the beaten ring ! Where are the feet that never slide ? Like zephyr through the air we glide , Nor bend the tiniest flower aside . THE FAIRY ...
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Страница 135 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This 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 126 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, 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 dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Страница 134 - 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 135 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be, — I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the...
Страница 134 - 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...
Страница 150 - 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 128 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine. With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : There sleeps Titania some time of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight...
Страница 128 - 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 154 - 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.
Страница 134 - ... 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. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled much misfortune bodes...