Fairies of Our Garden

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J.E. Tilton, 1867 - 377 Seiten
 

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I
13
II
24
III
31
IV
37
V
51
VI
60
VII
75
VIII
117
XIV
200
XV
229
XVI
249
XVII
268
XVIII
279
XIX
287
XX
310
XXI
317

IX
136
X
141
XI
157
XII
167
XIII
180
XXII
326
XXIII
335
XXIV
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XXV
351
XXVI
365

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Seite 348 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Seite 290 - A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine, Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde ; Yet armes till that time did he never wield : His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield : Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Seite 290 - A lovely Ladie rode him faire beside, Upon a lowly Asse more white then snow, Yet she much whiter ; but the same did hide Under a vele, that wimpled was full low...
Seite 346 - 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.
Seite 291 - So pure and innocent, as that same lambe, She was in life and every vertuous lore ; And by descent from Royall lynage came Of ancient Kinges and Queenes, that had of yore Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore, And all the world in their subjection held ; Till that infernall feend with foule uprore Forwasted all their land, and them expeld ; Whom to avenge she had this Knight from far compeld.
Seite 290 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living, ever him ador'd : Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Seite 291 - That lasie seemd in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe.
Seite 185 - Every day at early morning, To despite me more. I wist. He who slew my sire doth ride by, With a falcon on his fist. ' At my tender doves he flies it ; Many of them hath it slain. See .' their blood hath dyed my garments With full many a crimson siain. • List ! — The king who doth not justice. He deserveth not to reign ;
Seite 131 - We advanced yet some steps onward, and then came to a stand, because we were at the end of the twine. The end of this Federigo fastened to his buttonhole, stuck the candle among some stones, and then began to sketch the deep passage. I sat close beside him upon one of the stones ; he had desired me to fold my hands and to look upwards. The light was nearly...
Seite 328 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here.

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