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Updated: May 23, 2025
He has slipped his foot from the stirrup-bar, The bridle from his hand, And he is bound by hand and foot To the Queen o' Faery-land. Sir Hoggie and the Fairies. SOME weeks later, on a very foggy Sunday, Dick was returning across the Park to his studio. 'This, he said, 'is evidently the thrashing that Torp meant.
No mortal has ever touched it with his hand; no sheep or goat has ever browsed grass beside it. There is no more inaccessible place upon the earth, and few more encircled by awe to the deep considering. It is the door of faery-land. In the middle of night it swings open, and the unearthly troop rushes out.
But often it is sheer faery-land magic: "He's ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair, Binnorie, O Binnorie! And wi' them strung his harp sae rare By the bonnie milldams o' Binnorie." It is through the choral refrains, in fact, that the student of lyric poetry is chiefly fascinated as he reads the ballads.
However, inaction, in the circumstances, was difficult, and when two days had gone without bringing any sign of her, I determined to follow the trail of my last expedition, and find out whether that strip of rocky coast, with its hidden cavern, actually did stand firm somewhere on the solid earth, or was merely a phantom coast fronting "The foam of perilous seas in faery-land forlorn."
"Dearest, the Love-Talker has turned so completely human that he has to say at the outset he's not half good enough for you, But he wants you he wants you, just the same, to carry back with him to his faery-land.
Since the engineer had erred who built the reservoirs over by Carlops and had made them useless for that purpose, better things than water came along the stone waterways; meadowsweet choking the disused channel looked like a faery army defiling down to the plains, and locks were empty and dry and white, like chambers of a castle keep, or squares of dark green waters from which at any moment a knight would rise with a weed-hung harp in his arms and a tale of a hundred years in faery-land.
It will be rather a funny little old faery-land, made up of work and poverty and love; but, you see, the last is so big and strong it can shoulder the other two and never know it's carrying a thing. If you'll only come, dearest, you can make it the finest, most magical faeryland a man ever set up home-making in." Another silence settled over Ward C.
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