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Updated: June 3, 2025
Salisbury says I have saved an Afghan War, and Derby compliments me on my unrivalled triumph." But before very long, on another issue, the triumph was the Faery's. Disraeli, who had suddenly veered towards a new Imperialism, had thrown out the suggestion that the Queen of England ought to become the Empress of India.
I thrust absurdities away from me and offered a quotation to fill the pause: "'I met a lady in the meads' 'Full beautiful; a faery's child. 'Her hair was long, her foot was light, 'And her eyes were wild." She did not laugh, or put away the suggestion.
The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O, what can ail thee, knight at arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. "I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery's child. Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. "I saw pale kings and warriors too, Pale princes, death pale were they all.
With one element, he could coldly appraise the Faery's intellectual capacity, note with some surprise that she could be on occasion "most interesting and amusing," and then continue his use of the trowel with an ironical solemnity; while, with the other, he could be overwhelmed by the immemorial panoply of royalty, and, thrilling with the sense of his own strange elevation, dream himself into a gorgeous phantasy of crowns and powers and chivalric love.
"Faery is by no means a typical horse." "Faery's master loves her. That makes a world of difference with the ownership of other things than horses." "Really, Miss Selwyn, you can moralize on every subject, I believe, with equal ease." "He is making fun of me again, I presume," I said, turning to Mrs. Flaxman.
He began to quote again in a sort of droning chant as if he were a chorus recording the onsweep of a tragedy: 'I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she lean, and sing A faery's song. 'She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said I love thee true.
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