 ... the same poem. The little " Six Years Old" says that at night she lies awake for hours. And she thinks of what is going on in the garden, as well as of the people who are downstairs with her grandfather and grandmother : — " I fancy the fairies...  A Speckled Bird - Seite 279von Augusta Jane Evans - 1902 - 426 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - 1894 - 608 Seiten
...— who comes here at night? " I fancy the fairies make merry, With thorns for their knives and their forks; They have currants for bottles of sherry, And...sit under, Their ballroom's a white lily-cup: Shall 1 knoto all about them, I wonder, For certain when I am grou-n up ! " This last highly characteristic... | |
 | Constance Caroline Woodhill Naden - 1891 - 302 Seiten
...grandfather and grandmother : — " I fancy the fairies make merry, With thorns for their knives and their forks ; They have currants for bottles of sherry,...about them I wonder, For certain, when I am grown up I " I have no distinct remembrance of her in those days, though she used to come now and then to my... | |
 | Constance Caroline Woodhill Naden - 1891 - 302 Seiten
...grandfather and grandmother : — " I fancy the fairies make merry, With thorns for their knives and their forks ; They have currants for bottles of sherry,...about them I wonder, For certain, when I am grown up ? " I have no distinct remembrance of her in those days, though she used to come now and then to my... | |
 | 1891 - 938 Seiten
...grandfather and grandmother : "I fancy the fairies make merry, With thorns for their knives and their forks ; They have currants for bottles of sherry,...the tent they sit under, Their ball-room's a white lily -cup; Shall I know all about them I wonder, For certain, when I am grown up 2 " I have no distinct... | |
 | 1894 - 858 Seiten
...— who comes here at night ? I fancy the fairies make merry, With thorns for their knives and their forks ; They have currants for bottles of sherry, And the little brown heads are the corks. Л leaf makes the tent they sit under, Their ballroom's a white lily-cup ; Shall I know all about them,... | |
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