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Página 3 - Who sleeps with him in the haunted tree, To bid him ring the hour of twelve, And call the fays to their revelry; Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bell — (Twas made of the white snail's pearly shell,) — "Midnight comes, and all is well! Hither, hither, wing your way! 'Tis the dawn of the fairy day.
Página 6 - Tossed on the pricks of nettles' stings; Or seven long ages doomed to dwell With the lazy worm in the walnut-shell; Or every night to writhe and bleed Beneath the tread of the centipede; Or bound in a cobweb dungeon dim, Your jailer a spider, huge and grim. Amid the carrion bodies to lie Of the worm, and the bug, and the murdered fly: These it had been your lot to bear, Had a stain been found on the earthly fair.
Página 4 - For an ouphe has broken his vestal vow; He has loved an earthly maid. And left for her his woodland shade; He has lain upon her lip of dew. And...
Página 7 - Thou shalt watch the oozy brine Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine, Then dart the glistening arch below, And catch a drop from his silver bow.
Página 5 - Fairy! fairy! list and mark: Thou hast broke thine elfin chain; Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark, And thy wings are dyed with a deadly stain,— Thou hast sullied thine elfin purity In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye; Thou hast scorned our dread decree...
Página 26 - And they leapt with smiles, for well I ween Never before in the bowers of light Had the form of an earthly Fay been seen. Long she looked in his tiny face; Long with his butterfly cloak she played ; She smoothed his wings of azure lace, And handled the tassel of his blade...
Página 27 - And thou shalt bathe thee in the stream That rolls its whitening foam aboon, And ride upon the lightning's gleam, And dance upon the orbed moon ! We'll sit within the Pleiad ring, We'll rest on Orion's starry belt, And I will bid my sylphs to sing The song that makes the dew-mist melt ; Their...
Página 13 - He turned him round and fled amain With hurry and dash to the beach again ; He twisted over from side to side, And laid his cheek to the cleaving tide. The strokes of his plunging arms are fleet, And with all his might he flings his feet, But the water-sprites are round him still, To cross his path and work him ill.
Página 13 - The strokes of his plunging arms are fleet, And with all his might he flings his feet, But the water-sprites are round him still, To cross his path and work him ill. They bade the wave before him rise ; They flung the sea-fire in his eyes, And they stunned his ears with the scallop stroke, With the porpoise heave and the drum-fish croak.
Página 7 - And vain are the woodland spirits' charms, They are the imps that rule the wave. Yet trust thee in thy single might, — If thy heart be pure and thy spirit right, Thou shalt win the warlock fight.

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