Fairyland and fancyFrederick Brigham De Berard Bodleian Society, 1902 |
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... fair , none were likewise so good as Hyldreda ; and that all the village knew . If she did love to bestow greater taste and care on her Sunday garments than most young damsels of her class , she had a right - for was she not beautiful ...
... fair , none were likewise so good as Hyldreda ; and that all the village knew . If she did love to bestow greater taste and care on her Sunday garments than most young damsels of her class , she had a right - for was she not beautiful ...
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... fair face to meet them . " Ah ! ' tis delicious , this soft scented wind ; it touches my face like airy kisses ; it makes the leaves seem to talk to me in musical whispers . Dost thou not hear them too , little Resa ? and dost thou not ...
... fair face to meet them . " Ah ! ' tis delicious , this soft scented wind ; it touches my face like airy kisses ; it makes the leaves seem to talk to me in musical whispers . Dost thou not hear them too , little Resa ? and dost thou not ...
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... fair as she ? I should , if I were only dressed as fine .. Heaven might as well have made me a lady , instead of a poor peasant girl . " These repinings entered the young heart hitherto so pure and happy . They haunted her even when she ...
... fair as she ? I should , if I were only dressed as fine .. Heaven might as well have made me a lady , instead of a poor peasant girl . " These repinings entered the young heart hitherto so pure and happy . They haunted her even when she ...
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... Fair maiden , the Dronningstolen1 is empty , and ' tis thou must fill it . Come and enter my palace under the hill . " But the maiden sobbed out that she was too lowly to sit on a queen's chair , and that none of mortals , save the dead ...
... Fair maiden , the Dronningstolen1 is empty , and ' tis thou must fill it . Come and enter my palace under the hill . " But the maiden sobbed out that she was too lowly to sit on a queen's chair , and that none of mortals , save the dead ...
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... fair and free , Thou hast come of thyself in the hill to me ; Stay thou here , nor thy fate deplore ; Thou hast come of thyself in at my door . " And bewildered by the music , the dance , and the splen- dor , Hyldreda remembered no more ...
... fair and free , Thou hast come of thyself in the hill to me ; Stay thou here , nor thy fate deplore ; Thou hast come of thyself in at my door . " And bewildered by the music , the dance , and the splen- dor , Hyldreda remembered no more ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alice asked Alice thought Alice's Athens beautiful began bird bright child Corrievreckan cried Daisy dance dark dear Demetrius doth dream elfin Esbern Lynge Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Fir-tree flower gentle Gnat hair hand Hans Christian Andersen hath head hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hippolyta horse Humpty Dumpty Hyldreda Joseph Rodman Drake King kitten Kitty Kong Tolv lady laughed Lion little Resa looked Looking-glass lord lovers Lysander maiden mighty Kong moon mother never night o'er Oberon Oysters Philostrate play poor Puck Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe Red Queen Reënter remarked round seemed Sheep shining side sigh sing sleep smile song speak stood sweet talking tears tell thee there's Theseus things Thisbe thought Alice Titania tone tree turned Tweedledee Tweedledum Unicorn voice walking Walrus White Queen wings wonder wood
Passagens conhecidas
Página 215 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Página 113 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say ' Behold !
Página 159 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend : If you pardon, we will mend.
Página 143 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : [these ? Judge, when you hear.
Página 122 - 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 glowworm's eyes...
Página 148 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
Página 113 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 148 - Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen...
Página 174 - To Rat-land home his commentary ; Which was, " At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe : And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks ; And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by...
Página 142 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.