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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... dark blue cap , like a big columbine flower , to his bare , hairy feet . At last he laughed . ' Please don't look like that . It isn't my fault . What else could you expect ? ' he said . ' We didn't expect any one , ' Dan answered ...
... dark blue cap , like a big columbine flower , to his bare , hairy feet . At last he laughed . ' Please don't look like that . It isn't my fault . What else could you expect ? ' he said . ' We didn't expect any one , ' Dan answered ...
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... dark wood . Beyond that wood the ground rises and rises for five hundred feet , till at last you climb out on the bare top of Beacon Hill , to look over the Pe- vensey Levels and the Channel and half the naked South Downs . ' By Oak ...
... dark wood . Beyond that wood the ground rises and rises for five hundred feet , till at last you climb out on the bare top of Beacon Hill , to look over the Pe- vensey Levels and the Channel and half the naked South Downs . ' By Oak ...
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... dark grey , wavy- lined sword and I blew the fire while he hammered . By Oak , Ash , and Thorn , I tell you , Weland was a Smith of the Gods ! He cooled that sword in running water twice , and the third time he cooled it in the evening ...
... dark grey , wavy- lined sword and I blew the fire while he hammered . By Oak , Ash , and Thorn , I tell you , Weland was a Smith of the Gods ! He cooled that sword in running water twice , and the third time he cooled it in the evening ...
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... darkness of the next bend . This was one of the children's most secret hunting - grounds , and their particular friend , old Hobden the hedger , had shown them how to use it . Except for the click of a rod hitting a low willow , or a ...
... darkness of the next bend . This was one of the children's most secret hunting - grounds , and their particular friend , old Hobden the hedger , had shown them how to use it . Except for the click of a rod hitting a low willow , or a ...
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... darkness under the trees . Here we lost the sun . We followed the winding channels between the trees , and where where we could not row we laid hold of the crusted roots and hauled ourselves along . The water was foul , and great ...
... darkness under the trees . Here we lost the sun . We followed the winding channels between the trees , and where where we could not row we laid hold of the crusted roots and hauled ourselves along . The water was foul , and great ...
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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.