Puck of Pook's Hill, 1905-1906. Rewards and fairiesDoubleday, Page, 1910 |
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Strana 5
... called the Long Slip . A little mill - stream , carrying water to a mill two or three fields away , bent round one corner of it , and in the middle of the bend lay a large old Fairy Ring of darkened grass , which was the stage . The ...
... called the Long Slip . A little mill - stream , carrying water to a mill two or three fields away , bent round one corner of it , and in the middle of the bend lay a large old Fairy Ring of darkened grass , which was the stage . The ...
Strana 13
... called " mortal " or " hu- man being " all the time ? ' said Puck ; or " son of Adam " or " daughter of Eve " ? " ' I shouldn't like it at all , ' said Dan . ' That's how the Djinns and Afrits talk in the " Arabian Nights . " ' And ...
... called " mortal " or " hu- man being " all the time ? ' said Puck ; or " son of Adam " or " daughter of Eve " ? " ' I shouldn't like it at all , ' said Dan . ' That's how the Djinns and Afrits talk in the " Arabian Nights . " ' And ...
Strana 15
... called Belisama . She became a common wet water - spirit somewhere in Lan- cashire . And there were hundreds of other friends of mine . First they were Gods . Then they were People of the Hills , and then they flitted to other places be ...
... called Belisama . She became a common wet water - spirit somewhere in Lan- cashire . And there were hundreds of other friends of mine . First they were Gods . Then they were People of the Hills , and then they flitted to other places be ...
Strana 16
... called it Brunanburgh then - when I saw the pale flame that burning thatch makes , and I went down to look . Some pirates - I think they must have been Peofn's men - were burning a village on the Levels , and Weland's image - a big ...
... called it Brunanburgh then - when I saw the pale flame that burning thatch makes , and I went down to look . Some pirates - I think they must have been Peofn's men - were burning a village on the Levels , and Weland's image - a big ...
Strana 17
... called me names and rolled his away to wake up the people inland . But the pirates conquered the country , and for centuries Weland was a most important God . He had temples everywhere -from Lincolnshire to the Isle of Wight , as he ...
... called me names and rolled his away to wake up the people inland . But the pirates conquered the country , and for centuries Weland was a most important God . He had temples everywhere -from Lincolnshire to the Isle of Wight , as he ...
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answered Aquila asked Barons Beast Big Hand Borkum brother called Cold Iron Cornplanter cried Dallington dark Devil Eddi England eyes face Father fiddle fight Frankie French Fulke Gaul Gilbert Gloriana Gods gold hang head hear heard heart Hill horse Hugh Jerry Kadmiel killed King King's knew knife Lady land laughed liddle looked Manor Marsh master Maximus Meon Mithras never night Norman old Hobden Padda Parnesius Pertinax Pevensey Pharisees Picts poor Puck Rahere Red Jacket remember Rene Rome round Rutilianus Saxon says ship shook shouted sing Sir Huon Sir Richard smiled South Saxons Springett sword talk Talleyrand tell thee Theodosius There's things thou thought Toby told took trees turned Twas voice Volaterrae wait walked Wall watched Weland wind Winged Hats Witta woman woods word young
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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...