...TlTANlA p. These are the forgeries of jealousy; p And never since the middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls...

...Antiopa? Titania These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never since the middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, 85 Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy...

...Antiopa? TITANIA These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never since the middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls...

...ooh!) TITANIA. These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls...

...Antiopa? TITANIA. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we your death of us. Though now we must in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls...

...casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn', and Shakespeare's "Met we on hilL in dale, forest or mead, / By paved fountain or by rushy brook [...]'. Unlike German poetry, English poetry is marked (he avers) by 'its turn for natural magic, for...

...description: These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls...

...amidst the spray of the meadow fountains'? And is there not such delight and wonder in — Meet we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain...or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea?0 If men had never dreamed that fair women could be made out of flowers, or rise up out of meadow...

...3. Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: /And never, since the middle summer's spring, / Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, / By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, / Or in the beached margent of the sea, / To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, / But with thy brawls...

...magic coming in. Then we have the sheer, inimitable Celtic note in passages like this : — Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea — or this, the last I will quote : — The moon shines bright In...