Fairyland and fancyFrederick Brigham De Berard Bodleian Society, 1902 |
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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 ...
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... never been able to find . She forgot that her boy was of elfin as well as of mortal race . Out it passed , the mother eagerly pursuing , until she found herself with the child in a meadow near the village of Skjel- skör , where years ...
... never been able to find . She forgot that her boy was of elfin as well as of mortal race . Out it passed , the mother eagerly pursuing , until she found herself with the child in a meadow near the village of Skjel- skör , where years ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
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.