Merry Tales

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American Book Company, 1915 - 232 páginas

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Página 85 - I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho! By wells and rills, in meadows green, We nightly dance our heyday guise; And to our fairy king and queen We chant our moonlight minstrelsies.
Página 84 - Thro' woods, thro' lakes, Thro' bogs, thro' brakes ; Or else, unseene, with them I go, All in the nicke To play some tricke And frolicke it, with ho, ho, ho ! Sometimes I meete them like a man, Sometimes an ox, sometimes a hound ; And to a horse I turn me can, To trip and trot about them round. But if to ride, My backe they stride, More swift than wind away I go ; Ore hedge and lands, Thro...
Página 46 - THERE lived a sage in days of yore, And he a handsome pigtail wore ; But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind him. He mused upon this curious case, And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, And have it hanging at his face, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, " The mystery I've found ; I'll turn me round," — he turned him round; But still it hung behind him.
Página 85 - Thus nightly reveled to and fro ; And for my pranks men call me by The name of Robin Goodfellow. Fiends, ghosts, and sprites, Who haunt the nights, The hags and goblins do me know ; And beldames old My feats have told. So vale, vale ; ho, ho, ho ! Attributed to BEN JONSON.
Página 83 - ANONYMOUS 1 Gold coin worth 6s. 8d. (An anachronism. First minted by Edward III.) Robin Goodfellow FROM Oberon, in fairy land, The king of ghosts and shadows there, Mad Robin I, at his command, Am sent to view the night-sports here.
Página 47 - ... But still it hung behind him. Then round, and round, and out and in, All day the puzzled sage did spin ; In vain — it mattered not a pin, — The pigtail hung behind him. And right, and left, and round about, And up and down, and in, and out, He turned ; but still the pigtail stout Hung steadily behind him. And though his efforts never slack, And though he twist, and twirl, and tack, Alas ! still faithful to his back The pigtail hangs behind him, THE CHAPLET.
Página 83 - About this airy welkin soon, And in a minute's space, descry Each thing that's done below the moon. There's not a hag Or ghost shall wag, Or cry, 'ware goblins! where I go; But Robin I Their feats will spy, And send them home with ho, ho, ho...
Página 90 - And so the time beguile ; And if the moon doth hide her head, The glowworm lights us home to bed. On tops of dewy grass So nimbly do we pass, The young and tender stalk Ne'er bends when we do walk ; Yet in the morning may be seen Where we the night before have been.
Página 84 - Or cry, ware Goblins ! where I go ; But Robin I Their feats will spy, And send them home, with ho, ho, ho ! Whene'er such wanderers I meete, As from their night-sports they trudge home, With counterfeiting voice I greete And call them on, with me to roame Thro' woods, thro

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