Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Fairy Fantasy
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894
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Friday, October 15, 2010
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"
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And as the seasons come and go, here's something you might like to know.
There are fairies everywhere: under bushes, in the air,
playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day.
So listen, touch, and look around - in the air and on the ground.
And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing.
Author Unknown
There are fairies everywhere: under bushes, in the air,
playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day.
So listen, touch, and look around - in the air and on the ground.
And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing.
Author Unknown
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The fairies break their dances
And leave the printed lawn.
A.E. Housman
And leave the printed lawn.
A.E. Housman
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I believe in everything until it's disproved.
So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons.
It all exists, even if it's in your mind.
Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't
as real as the here and now?
John Lennon
So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons.
It all exists, even if it's in your mind.
Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't
as real as the here and now?
John Lennon
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And though you should live in a palace of gold,
or sleep in a dried up ditch,
You could never be as poor as the fairies are,
and never as rich.
Rose Fyleman
or sleep in a dried up ditch,
You could never be as poor as the fairies are,
and never as rich.
Rose Fyleman
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Deaf folk hear the fairies
However soft their song;
'Tis we who lose the honey sound
Amid the clamor all around
That beats the whole day long.
Rose Fyleman
However soft their song;
'Tis we who lose the honey sound
Amid the clamor all around
That beats the whole day long.
Rose Fyleman
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Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
Hans Christian Andersen
Hans Christian Andersen
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Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience
George Santayana
George Santayana
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Stories are like fairy gold,
the more you give away,
the more you have.
Unknown
the more you give away,
the more you have.
Unknown
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