Puck of Pook's Hill, 1905-1906. Rewards and fairiesDoubleday, Page, 1910 |
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... mother till they could say it by heart . They began where Nick Bottom the weaver comes out of the bushes with a donkey's head on his shoulder , and finds Titania Queen of the Fairies asleep . Then they skipped to the part where Bottom ...
... mother till they could say it by heart . They began where Nick Bottom the weaver comes out of the bushes with a donkey's head on his shoulder , and finds Titania Queen of the Fairies asleep . Then they skipped to the part where Bottom ...
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... Smith of the Gods may have been in the old days , we know that he worked honestly for his living and made gifts to Mother Church . " Then they went to bed again , all except the novice , and he sat up in 23 WELAND'S SWORD.
... Smith of the Gods may have been in the old days , we know that he worked honestly for his living and made gifts to Mother Church . " Then they went to bed again , all except the novice , and he sat up in 23 WELAND'S SWORD.
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... mother coming down the Long Slip . What will she say to Sir Richard ? She can't help seeing him . ' ' And Puck can't magic us this time , ' said Dan . ' Are you sure ? ' said Puck ; and he leaned forward and whispered to Sir Richard ...
... mother coming down the Long Slip . What will she say to Sir Richard ? She can't help seeing him . ' ' And Puck can't magic us this time , ' said Dan . ' Are you sure ? ' said Puck ; and he leaned forward and whispered to Sir Richard ...
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... mother . They heard mother say : ' Children , Gleason's old horse has broken into the meadow again . Where did he get through ? ' ' Just below Stone Bay , ' said Dan . ' He tore down simple flobs of the bank ! We noticed it just now ...
... mother . They heard mother say : ' Children , Gleason's old horse has broken into the meadow again . Where did he get through ? ' ' Just below Stone Bay , ' said Dan . ' He tore down simple flobs of the bank ! We noticed it just now ...
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... Mother in her bower , That rules my Father so cunningly ; She will remember a maiden's power— Tell her England hath taken me ! As for my Brother in Rouen city , A nimble and naughty page is he ; But he will come to suffer and pity- Tell ...
... Mother in her bower , That rules my Father so cunningly ; She will remember a maiden's power— Tell her England hath taken me ! As for my Brother in Rouen city , A nimble and naughty page is he ; But he will come to suffer and pity- Tell ...
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Page 163 - If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting, too...
Page 163 - And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute...
Page 226 - Recordare, Jesu pie, Quod sum causa tuae viae, Ne me perdas illa die. Quaerens me, sedisti lassus ; Redemisti, crucem passus : Tantus labor non sit cassus.
Page 114 - Now welcome, welcome, Sextus! Now welcome to thy home ! Why dost thou stay, and turn away? Here lies the road to Rome.
Page 57 - 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 257 - OUR FATHERS OF OLD' Excellent herbs had our fathers of oldExcellent herbs to ease their pain— Alexanders and Marigold, Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane, Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue, (Almost singing themselves they run) Vervain, Dittany, Call-me-to-you— Cowslip, Melilot, Rose of the Sun. Anything green that grew out of the mould Was an excellent herb to our fathers of old.
Page 163 - If you can dream and not make dreams your master. If you can think and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same.
Page 53 - 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 you. Yet, when the signs of summer thicken, And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken...
Page 53 - The kine in the shed and the horse in the stablesTo pitch her sides and go over her cables! Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow: And the sound of your oar-blades falling hollow, Is all we have left through the months to follow. Ah, what is Woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?
Page 9 - FAREWELL, rewards and fairies, Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies Do fare as well as they ; And though they sweep their hearths no less Than maids were wont to do, Yet who of late for cleanliness Finds sixpence in her shoe ? Lament, lament old abbeys, The fairies lost command, They did but change priests...