Fairyland and fancyFrederick Brigham De Berard Bodleian Society, 1905 |
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... fell Of the tulip's crimson drapery . The monarch sat on his judgment seat , On his brow the crown imperial shone , The prisoner Fay was at his feet , And his peers were ranged around the throne . He waved his sceptre in the air , He ...
... fell Of the tulip's crimson drapery . The monarch sat on his judgment seat , On his brow the crown imperial shone , The prisoner Fay was at his feet , And his peers were ranged around the throne . He waved his sceptre in the air , He ...
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... fell The heavy strokes of his bootle - blade . XX Onward still he held his way , Till he came where the column of moonshine lay , And saw below the surface dim The brown - backed sturgeon slowly swim : Around him were the goblin train ...
... fell The heavy strokes of his bootle - blade . XX Onward still he held his way , Till he came where the column of moonshine lay , And saw below the surface dim The brown - backed sturgeon slowly swim : Around him were the goblin train ...
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... fell , But ere it met the billow blue , He caught within his crimson bell , A droplet of its sparkling dew- Joy to thee , Fay ! thy task is done , Thy wings are pure , for the gem is won- Cheerily ply thy dripping oar , And haste away ...
... fell , But ere it met the billow blue , He caught within his crimson bell , A droplet of its sparkling dew- Joy to thee , Fay ! thy task is done , Thy wings are pure , for the gem is won- Cheerily ply thy dripping oar , And haste away ...
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... fell mosquito checked his drone And folded his wings till the Fay was gone , And the wily beetle dropped his head , And fell on the ground as if he were dead ; They crouched them close in the darksome shade , They quaked all o'er with ...
... fell mosquito checked his drone And folded his wings till the Fay was gone , And the wily beetle dropped his head , And fell on the ground as if he were dead ; They crouched them close in the darksome shade , They quaked all o'er with ...
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... fell malignity , And yells of rage , and shrieks of fear , Came screaming on his startled ear . XXVIII His wings are wet around his breast , The plume hangs dripping from his crest , His eyes are blurred with the lightning's glare , And ...
... fell malignity , And yells of rage , and shrieks of fear , Came screaming on his startled ear . XXVIII His wings are wet around his breast , The plume hangs dripping from his crest , His eyes are blurred with the lightning's glare , And ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 66 - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 247 - And, as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.