Puck of Pook's Hill, 1905-1906. Rewards and fairiesDoubleday, Page, 1910 |
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Strana 8
... better ! You've broken the Hills - you've broken the Hills ! It hasn't happened in a thousand years . ' " We we didn't mean to , ' said Una . ' Of course you didn't ! That's just why you did it . Unluckily the Hills are empty now , and ...
... better ! You've broken the Hills - you've broken the Hills ! It hasn't happened in a thousand years . ' " We we didn't mean to , ' said Una . ' Of course you didn't ! That's just why you did it . Unluckily the Hills are empty now , and ...
Strana 18
... better not to say anything then ( ' twouldn't have been fair ) , and the next time I came to Andover , a few hundred years later , Weland and his temple were gone , and there was a Christian bishop in a church there . None of the People ...
... better not to say anything then ( ' twouldn't have been fair ) , and the next time I came to Andover , a few hundred years later , Weland and his temple were gone , and there was a Christian bishop in a church there . None of the People ...
Strana 42
... Better the devil we know than the devil we know not , till we can pack you Normans home . " And so , too , said his Saxons ; and they laughed as we drove the pigs downhill . But I think some of them , even then , began not to hate me ...
... Better the devil we know than the devil we know not , till we can pack you Normans home . " And so , too , said his Saxons ; and they laughed as we drove the pigs downhill . But I think some of them , even then , began not to hate me ...
Strana 45
... his big head , " but it hath no play in this black age . Now Hugh here is a better man than thou art , Richard . " He had made his voice harsh and croak- ing , like a raven's . " " Truth , " said I. " But for 45 YOUNG MEN AT THE MANOR.
... his big head , " but it hath no play in this black age . Now Hugh here is a better man than thou art , Richard . " He had made his voice harsh and croak- ing , like a raven's . " " Truth , " said I. " But for 45 YOUNG MEN AT THE MANOR.
Strana 63
... better ransom than he would get price if he sold us to the Moors - as once befell a knight of my acquaintance . sailing from Flushing . 666 " Not by my father Guthrum's head , " said he . " The Gods sent ye into my ship for a luck ...
... better ransom than he would get price if he sold us to the Moors - as once befell a knight of my acquaintance . sailing from Flushing . 666 " Not by my father Guthrum's head , " said he . " The Gods sent ye into my ship for a luck ...
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Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 114 - Now welcome, welcome, Sextus! Now welcome to thy home ! Why dost thou stay, and turn away? Here lies the road to Rome.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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?
Strana 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...