ISBN: 2940013474994

CONTENTSWeland's Sword Puck's Song A Tree SongYoung Men at the Manor Sir Richard's SongThe Knights of the Joyous Venture Harp Song of the Dane Women Thorkild's SongOld Men at Pe… Plus…

CONTENTSWeland's Sword Puck's Song A Tree SongYoung Men at the Manor Sir Richard's SongThe Knights of the Joyous Venture Harp Song of the Dane Women Thorkild's SongOld Men at Pevensey The Runes on Weland's SwordA Centurion of the Thirtieth 'Cities and Thrones and Powers' A British-Roman SongOn the Great Wall A Song to MithrasThe Winged Hats A Pict SongHal o' the Draft 'Prophets have honour all over the Earth' A Smugglers' Song'Dymchurch Flit' The Bee Boy's Song A Three-Part SongThe Treasure and the Law Song of the Fifth River The Children's SongWELAND'S SWORDPuck's Song See you the dimpled track that runs, All hollow through the wheat? O that was where they hauled the guns That smote King Philip's fleet! See you our little mill that clacks, So busy by the brook? She has ground her corn and paid her tax Ever since Domesday Book. See you our stilly woods of oak, And the dread ditch beside? O that was where the Saxons broke, On the day that Harold died! See you the windy levels spread About the gates of Rye? O that was where the Northmen fled, When Alfred's ships came by! See you our pastures wide and lone, Where the red oxen browse? O there was a City thronged and known, Ere London boasted a house! And see you, after rain, the trace Of mound and ditch and wall? O that was a Legion's camping-place, When Caesar sailed from Gaul! And see you marks that show and fade, Like shadows on the Downs? O they are the lines the Flint Men made, To guard their wondrous towns! Trackway and Camp and City lost, Salt Marsh where now is corn; Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease, And so was England born! She is not any common Earth, Water or Wood or Air, But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye, Where you and I will fare.The children were at the Theatre, acting to Three Cows as much as theycould remember of Midsummer Night's Dream. Their father had made thema small play out of the big Shakespeare one, and they had rehearsed itwith him and with their mother till they could say it by heart. Theybegan when Nick Bottom the weaver comes out of the bushes with adonkey's head on his shoulders, and finds Titania, Queen of theFairies, asleep. Then they skipped to the part where Bottom asks threelittle fairies to scratch his head and bring him honey, and they endedwhere he falls asleep in Titania's arms. Dan was Puck and Nick Bottom,as well as all three Fairies. He wore a pointy-cloth cap for Puck, anda paper donkey's head out of a Christmas cracker--but it tore if youwere not careful--for Bottom. Una was Titania, with a wreath ofcolumbines and a foxglove wand.The Theatre lay in a meadow called the Long Slip. A littlemill-stream, carrying water to a mill two or three fields away, bentround one corner of it, and in the middle of the bend lay a large oldFairy Ring of darkened grass, which was the stage. The millstreambanks, overgrown with willow, hazel, and guelder-rose, made convenientplaces to wait in till your turn came; and a grown-up who had seen itsaid that Shakespeare himself could not have imagined a more suitablesetting for his play. They were not, of course, allowed to act onMidsummer Night itself, but they went down after tea on Midsummer Eve,when the shadows were growing, and they took their supper--hard-boiledeggs, Bath Oliver biscuits, and salt in an envelope--with them. ThreeCows had been milked and were grazing steadily with a tearing noisethat one could hear all down the meadow; and the noise of the Mill atwork sounded like bare feet running on hard ground. A cuckoo sat on agate-post singing his broken June tune, 'cuckoo-cuck', while a busykingfisher crossed from the mill-stream, to the brook which ran on theother side of the meadow. Everything else was a sort of thick, sleepystillness smelling of meadow-sweet and dry grass.Their play went beautifully. Dan remembered all his parts--Puck,Bottom, and the three Fairies--and Una never forgot a word ofTitania--not even the difficult piece where she tells the Fairies howto feed Bottom with 'apricocks, green figs, and dewberries', and allthe lines end in 'ies'. They were both so pleased that they acted itthree times over from beginning to end before they sat down in theunthistly centre of the Ring to eat eggs and Bath Olivers. Digital Content>E-books>Juv Young Readers>Juv Young Readers>Juv Fiction PB, SAP Digital >16<

ISBN: 2940013474994

CONTENTSWeland's Sword Puck's Song A Tree SongYoung Men at the Manor Sir Richard's SongThe Knights of the Joyous Venture Harp Song of the Dane Women Thorkild's SongOld Men at Pe… Plus…

CONTENTSWeland's Sword Puck's Song A Tree SongYoung Men at the Manor Sir Richard's SongThe Knights of the Joyous Venture Harp Song of the Dane Women Thorkild's SongOld Men at Pevensey The Runes on Weland's SwordA Centurion of the Thirtieth 'Cities and Thrones and Powers' A British-Roman SongOn the Great Wall A Song to MithrasThe Winged Hats A Pict SongHal o' the Draft 'Prophets have honour all over the Earth' A Smugglers' Song'Dymchurch Flit' The Bee Boy's Song A Three-Part SongThe Treasure and the Law Song of the Fifth River The Children's SongWELAND'S SWORDPuck's Song See you the dimpled track that runs, All hollow through the wheat? O that was where they hauled the guns That smote King Philip's fleet! See you our little mill that clacks, So busy by the brook? She has ground her corn and paid her tax Ever since Domesday Book. See you our stilly woods of oak, And the dread ditch beside? O that was where the Saxons broke, On the day that Harold died! See you the windy levels spread About the gates of Rye? O that was where the Northmen fled, When Alfred's ships came by! See you our pastures wide and lone, Where the red oxen browse? O there was a City thronged and known, Ere London boasted a house! And see you, after rain, the trace Of mound and ditch and wall? O that was a Legion's camping-place, When Caesar sailed from Gaul! And see you marks that show and fade, Like shadows on the Downs? O they are the lines the Flint Men made, To guard their wondrous towns! Trackway and Camp and City lost, Salt Marsh where now is corn; Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease, And so was England born! She is not any common Earth, Water or Wood or Air, But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye, Where you and I will fare.The children were at the Theatre, acting to Three Cows as much as theycould remember of Midsummer Night's Dream. Their father had made thema small play out of the big Shakespeare one, and they had rehearsed itwith him and with their mother till they could say it by heart. Theybegan when Nick Bottom the weaver comes out of the bushes with adonkey's head on his shoulders, and finds Titania, Queen of theFairies, asleep. Then they skipped to the part where Bottom asks threelittle fairies to scratch his head and bring him honey, and they endedwhere he falls asleep in Titania's arms. Dan was Puck and Nick Bottom,as well as all three Fairies. He wore a pointy-cloth cap for Puck, anda paper donkey's head out of a Christmas cracker--but it tore if youwere not careful--for Bottom. Una was Titania, with a wreath ofcolumbines and a foxglove wand.The Theatre lay in a meadow called the Long Slip. A littlemill-stream, carrying water to a mill two or three fields away, bentround one corner of it, and in the middle of the bend lay a large oldFairy Ring of darkened grass, which was the stage. The millstreambanks, overgrown with willow, hazel, and guelder-rose, made convenientplaces to wait in till your turn came; and a grown-up who had seen itsaid that Shakespeare himself could not have imagined a more suitablesetting for his play. They were not, of course, allowed to act onMidsummer Night itself, but they went down after tea on Midsummer Eve,when the shadows were growing, and they took their supper--hard-boiledeggs, Bath Oliver biscuits, and salt in an envelope--with them. ThreeCows had been milked and were grazing steadily with a tearing noisethat one could hear all down the meadow; and the noise of the Mill atwork sounded like bare feet running on hard ground. A cuckoo sat on agate-post singing his broken June tune, 'cuckoo-cuck', while a busykingfisher crossed from the mill-stream, to the brook which ran on theother side of the meadow. Everything else was a sort of thick, sleepystillness smelling of meadow-sweet and dry grass.Their play went beautifully. Dan remembered all his parts--Puck,Bottom, and the three Fairies--and Una never forgot a word ofTitania--not even the difficult piece where she tells the Fairies howto feed Bottom with 'apricocks, green figs, and dewberries', and allthe lines end in 'ies'. They were both so pleased that they acted itthree times over from beginning to end before they sat down in theunthistly centre of the Ring to eat eggs and Bath Olivers. Digital Content>E-books>Young Readers>Juv Young Reader>Juv Young Reader, SAP Digital >16<

ISBN: 2940013474994

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