Fairyland and fancy

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Frederick Brigham De Berard
Bodleian Society, 1905

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Página 283 - 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 179 - That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) 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 loosed 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 vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 66 - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe.
Página 215 - 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-kneed, 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 : Judge when you hear, — But, soft!
Página 208 - But we are spirits of another sort : I with the morning's love have oft made sport ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
Página 247 - And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?
Página 90 - The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes— and ships— and sealing wax— Of cabbages— and kings— And why the sea is boiling hot— And whether pigs have wings.
Página 251 - And now the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters ! However he turned from south to west, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed ; Great was the joy in every breast. ' He never can cross that mighty top ; He's forced to let the piping drop...
Página 90 - Of cabbages — and kings And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings. " "But, wait a bit, " the Oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat! " "No hurry !"said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that. "A loaf of bread...
Página 245 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

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