Fairyland and fancyFrederick Brigham De Berard Bodleian Society, 1905 |
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... never lets any mortal king pass the bridge of Skjelskör . " ' Kong Tolv , or King Twelve , is one of the Elle - kings who divide the fairy sovereignty of Zealand . - " Kong Tolv ! What , more stories about Kong 13 KONG TOLV .
... never lets any mortal king pass the bridge of Skjelskör . " ' Kong Tolv , or King Twelve , is one of the Elle - kings who divide the fairy sovereignty of Zealand . - " Kong Tolv ! What , more stories about Kong 13 KONG TOLV .
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... never saw him ; I wish I could see him , for then I might believe in thy tales , little one . " " Hush , hush ! But mother told me never to speak of these things to thee , " answered Resa ; " unsay the wish , or some harm may come ...
... never saw him ; I wish I could see him , for then I might believe in thy tales , little one . " " Hush , hush ! But mother told me never to speak of these things to thee , " answered Resa ; " unsay the wish , or some harm may come ...
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... never be , for it shouted after her- " Come now , or come no more ! " Some evil impulse goaded the haughty girl to assert her womanly right of free action , and she passed from her home , flying with swift steps . A little , only a ...
... never be , for it shouted after her- " Come now , or come no more ! " Some evil impulse goaded the haughty girl to assert her womanly right of free action , and she passed from her home , flying with swift steps . A little , only a ...
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... never to hear or utter the one holy Name . She began to inquire about her long - forgotten home , but half - carelessly , as if she had no interest in it now . " And who was it , " she asked , " that wept on the hillside until the tears ...
... never to hear or utter the one holy Name . She began to inquire about her long - forgotten home , but half - carelessly , as if she had no interest in it now . " And who was it , " she asked , " that wept on the hillside until the tears ...
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... never - ceasing pleasure . Month after month rolled by - by her scarce counted , or counted only in jest , as she would number a handful of roses , all held so fast and sure , that none could fall or fade ; or as she would mark one by ...
... never - ceasing pleasure . Month after month rolled by - by her scarce counted , or counted only in jest , as she would number a handful of roses , all held so fast and sure , that none could fall or fade ; or as she would mark one by ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alice asked Alice thought Alice's Athens beautiful began bird breath bright child Corrievreckan cried Daisy dance dear Demetrius doth dream Egeus elfin Esbern Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy fear Fir-tree flowers gentle Gnat hair hand Hans Christian Andersen hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta horse Humpty Dumpty Hyldreda Joseph Rodman Drake King kiss kitten Kitty Kong Tolv lady laughing Lion looked Looking-glass lord lovers Lysander maiden moon never night o'er Oberon Peter Quince Philostrate play poor Puck Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe Quince Red Queen Reënter Resa round seemed shine sigh sing sleep smile song speak stood sweet talk tell thee there's Theseus things Thisbe thou thought Alice Tiger-lily Titania tone tree turned Tweedledee Tweedledum Unicorn voice walking wall Walrus White Queen wings wonder wood
Passagens conhecidas
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.