Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Fairies
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We darent go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together, Green jacket, red cap, And white owls feather! William AllinghamThe Fairies.
Do you believe in fairies? If you believe clap your hands. Dont let Tinker die. BarriePeter Pan. (Tinker Bell thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.)
When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a million pieces, and they all went skipping about. That was the beginning of fairies. BarriePeter Pan.
Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay! I had not been a married wife a twelvemonth and a day, I had not nursed my little one a month upon my knee, When down among the blue bell banks rose elfins three times three: They griped me by the raven hair, I could not cry for fear, They put a hempen rope around my waist and dragged me here; They made me sit and give thee suck as mortal mothers can, Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! strange and weak and wan! Robert BuchananThe Fairy Foster Mother.
Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine. Mary HowittThe Fairies of the Caldon Low. St. 5.
* * * Or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the Moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the Earth Wheels her pale course; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. I. L. 781.
In silence sad, Trip we after nights shade: We the globe can compass soon. Swifter than the wandring moon. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 100.
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 54.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslips bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bats back I do fly. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 88. Song.
But light as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir, The flower, she touchd on, dipt and rose, And turned to look at her. TennysonThe Talking Oak. St. 33.