Puck of Pook's Hill, Volume 10Tells 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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... 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 , went on : ' What a play ...
... 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 , went on : ' What a play ...
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... , but Una shuddered . ' I'm glad they're gone , then ; but what made the People of the Hills go away ? ' Una asked . ' Different things . I'll tell you one of them some day - the thing that made the biggest flit 14 PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.
... , but Una shuddered . ' I'm glad they're gone , then ; but what made the People of the Hills go away ? ' Una asked . ' Different things . I'll tell you one of them some day - the thing that made the biggest flit 14 PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.
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... asked him what in the world he meant . The old man spun him a wonderful tale about fairies and goblins and witches ; and I know he hadn't seen a thing except rabbits and red deer all that night . ( The People of the Hills are like ...
... asked him what in the world he meant . The old man spun him a wonderful tale about fairies and goblins and witches ; and I know he hadn't seen a thing except rabbits and red deer all that night . ( The People of the Hills are like ...
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... asked leave to speak , and told what he had done to the farmer , and what he had said to Wayland- Smith , and how , though the dormitory light was burning , he had found the wonderful rune - carved sword in his cot . " The Abbot shook ...
... asked leave to speak , and told what he had done to the farmer , and what he had said to Wayland- Smith , and how , though the dormitory light was burning , he had found the wonderful rune - carved sword in his cot . " The Abbot shook ...
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... asked . ' Surely , sure - ly , ' said Puck . ' I've been here some time already . One minute first , please . He gave them each three leaves one of Oak , one of Ash , and one of Thorn . ' Bite these , ' said he . ' Otherwise you might ...
... asked . ' Surely , sure - ly , ' said Puck . ' I've been here some time already . One minute first , please . He gave them each three leaves one of Oak , one of Ash , and one of Thorn . ' Bite these , ' said he . ' Otherwise you might ...
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Page 253 - 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 ; O Motherland, we pledge to thee, Head, heart, and hand through the years to be!
Page 61 - 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 225 - 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 go by...
Page 121 - 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 7 - 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...
Page 123 - 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 57 - You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables, The kine in the shed and the horse in the stables To 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 a Woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?
Page 226 - Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark, Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie — Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Page 114 - 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.