Category: Poetry
Now would that he who knew so well Of fierce Pigwiggin’s armour fell, And angered Oberon’s wrath, to tell, And how their feud was ended, Yea, would that he, ere hence he sped, Had writ in gold, as I in lead, For men to learn why Fays be fled, And whitherward they wended.
Now would that he who knew so well Of fierce Pigwiggin’s armour fell, And angered Oberon’s wrath, to tell, And how their feud was ended, Yea, would that he, ere hence he sped, H...
2. Part 2Some soft as drowsy finches sung: “Oh sweet, ye Fays, our lawns among To fleet fair days, from dawn’s flame sprung Till night star-bright,” they twittered; While others kept a m...