Puck of Pook's HillTells the story of Dan and Una and their adventures with Puck as he introduces them to the nearly forgotten pages of Old England's history and to the people who had lived near Pook's Hill and helped make that history from the time of Hadrian's Wall to the signing of Magna Carta and the Dissolution of the Monasteries. Includes stories and poems. |
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... voice as deep as Three Cows asking to be milked , he began : What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here , So near the cradle of our fairy Queen ? ' He stopped , hollowed one hand round his ear , and , with a wicked twinkle in his eye ...
... voice as deep as Three Cows asking to be milked , he began : What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here , So near the cradle of our fairy Queen ? ' He stopped , hollowed one hand round his ear , and , with a wicked twinkle in his eye ...
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... voice like a great church organ . " Of theirs which yet remain , Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain . But since of late Elizabeth , And later James came in , Are never seen on any heath As when the time hath been ...
... voice like a great church organ . " Of theirs which yet remain , Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain . But since of late Elizabeth , And later James came in , Are never seen on any heath As when the time hath been ...
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... voice . ' By Right of Oak , Ash , and Thorn are you free to come and go and look and know where I shall show or best you please . You shall see What you shall see and you shall hear What you shall hear , though It shall have happened ...
... voice . ' By Right of Oak , Ash , and Thorn are you free to come and go and look and know where I shall show or best you please . You shall see What you shall see and you shall hear What you shall hear , though It shall have happened ...
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... voice among the willow - herb . ' They are here , ' the knight said , and he smiled at Dan with the string of trouts in his hand . There seems no great change in boys since mine fished this water . ' ' If your horse has drunk , we shall ...
... voice among the willow - herb . ' They are here , ' the knight said , and he smiled at Dan with the string of trouts in his hand . There seems no great change in boys since mine fished this water . ' ' If your horse has drunk , we shall ...
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... voice , but we fought together . For a long time neither had any advantage , till by pure ill - fortune his foot slipped and his sword flew from his hand . Now I had but newly been made knight , and wished , above all , to be courteous ...
... voice , but we fought together . For a long time neither had any advantage , till by pure ill - fortune his foot slipped and his sword flew from his hand . Now I had but newly been made knight , and wished , above all , to be courteous ...
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Page 277 - Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought, to hurt the weak; That, under Thee, we may possess Man's strength to comfort man's distress. Teach us Delight in simple things, And Mirth that has no bitter springs; Forgiveness free of evil done, And Love to all men 'neath the sun! Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride, For whose dear sake our fathers died; 0 Motherland, we pledge to thee, Head, heart, and hand through the years to be!
Page 63 - I ploughed the land with horses, But my heart was ill at ease, For the old seafaring men Came to me now and then, With their sagas of the seas...
Page 227 - IF you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street. Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen goby! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark — Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk ; Laces for a lady, letters for a spy, And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by...
Page 123 - Cities and Thrones and Powers, Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth, To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again. This season's Daffodil, She never hears, "What change, what chance, what chill, Cut down last year's: But with bold countenance, And knowledge small, Esteems her seven days
Page 125 - The horsemen and the footmen Are pouring in amain From many a stately market-place, From many a fruitful plain, From many a lonely hamlet, Which, hid by beech and pine, Like an eagle's nest, hangs on the crest Of purple Apennine; From lordly Volaterrae Where scowls the far-famed hold Piled by the hands of giants For godlike kings of old...
Page 120 - At the world's end I am sent. The Gold I gather Comes into England Out of deep Water. Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water. It is not given For goods or gear. But for The Thing The Gold I gather A King covets For an ill use.
Page 116 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Page 55 - I had my horse, my shield and banner, And a boy's, heart, so whole and free; But now I sing in another manner — But now England hath taken me ! As for my Father in his tower, Asking news of my ship at sea; He will remember his own hour — Tell him England hath taken me! As for my...
Page 1 - Trackway and Camp and City lost, Salt Marsh where now is corn; Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease, And so was England born! She is not any common Earth, Water or wood or air, But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye, Where you and I will farf.
Page 59 - WHAT is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker? She has no house to lay a guest in— But one chill bed for all to rest in, That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in. She has no strong white arms to fold you, But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you— Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled...