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قراءة كتاب Fairy Realm: A Collection of the Favourite Old Tales Told in Verse
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Fairy Realm: A Collection of the Favourite Old Tales Told in Verse
profound
Is locked away—that tragic tale, and tearful.
To him the death-like calm that reigns around
Is strange, not fearful.
So on he fares, through sunshine and through shade,
By paths that ne'er before were trod by mortal,
To where the dusky forest's green arcade
Leads to a portal.
Along that silent avenue the young Prince gaily passes,
'T is carpeted with velvet moss beneath the nodding grasses.
The dreamy sunlight through the boughs upon the green sward streaming,
Sets here and there with radiance rare a lingering dew-drop gleaming.
On either hand rise lofty stems; above, the branches mingle;
And, as a glimpse of blue shuts in the end of some green dingle,
Framed in an arch of greenery where that long alley closes
He sees a flight of steps, a gate o'ergrown with truant roses,
And some one who beside the gate in that warm sunshine dozes.
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A sleeper so sound?
He thumps him and shakes him,
But that never wakes him;
Not kick, tweak, or pinch
Can stir him an inch.
I don't think he'd stir if you gave him a—pig—
An immoderate slice of the coldest "cold pig."
Cried the Prince, leaping o'er
The page, "Qu'il s'endort!"
So he left that inveterate sleeper to snore
While he ventured on farther the place to explore.
"'T is a very fine place
As one clearly may trace—
Though, by Jove," said the Prince, and he made a wry face,
"From the dirt that's about, it don't seem they can muster
So much as a Turk's head, or dust-brush, or duster!
It's quite an inch thick:
Oh, wouldn't I lick
The minions for playing this slovenly trick,
If I were the owner, and had a big stick!
Look! with curtains of velvet and carpets of plush, rooms—
And yet the floor's covered with toadstools and mushrooms!
It's well for the parlour-maid she'd not beside her
This child, when she left that great cobweb and spider.
It's evident cleanliness isn't their hobby!"
With these words the Prince reached the end of the lobby.
From the lobby he passed to the guard-room, and thence
To the courtyard and gardens, which both were immense.
The palace, he sees,
Lies back beyond these,
Apparently rather too darkened by trees—
They're not trees though he finds, bringing closer his peepers,
But ivy