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Mopsa the Fairy

By Jean Ingelow
Ingelow, Jean (1820-1897)
  
[dedication]

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CHAPTER I. ABOVE THE CLOUDS.
  
[‘And can this be my own world?]
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CHAPTER III WINDING-UP TIME.
  
[‘Wake, baillie, wake! the crafts are out]
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CHAPTER IV. BEES AND OTHER FELLOW-CREATURES.
  
[The dove laid some little sticks]
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CHAPTER V. THE PARROT IN HIS SHAWL.
  
[My good man—he's an old, old man—]
  
[My fair lady's a dear, dear lady—]
  
[Yet my fair lady's my own, own lady]
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CHAPTER VI. THE TOWN WITH NOBODY IN IT.
  
[‘Master,’ quoth the auld hound]
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CHAPTER VIII. A STORY.
  
[In the night she told a story]
  
[Drop, drop from the leaves of lign aloes]
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CHAPTER IX. AFTER THE PARTY.
  
[When I sit on market-days amid the comers and the goers]
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CHAPTER X. MOPSA LEARNS HER LETTERS.
  
[The marten flew to the finch's nest]
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CHAPTER XI. GOOD MORNING, SISTER.
  
[Sweet is childhood—childhood's over]
  
[On the rocks by Aberdeen]
  
LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT.
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CHAPTER XII. THEY RUN AWAY FROM OLD MOTHER FATE.
  
[A land that living warmth disowns]
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CHAPTER XIII. MELON SEEDS.
  
[Little babe, while burns the west]
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CHAPTER XIV. REEDS AND RUSHES.
  
[Turn your back on the light, and you'll follow a shadow.]
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CHAPTER XV. THE QUEEN'S WAND.
  
[The prince shall to the chase again]
  
[Though the sun shine brightly]
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CHAPTER XVI. FAILURE.
  
[We are much bound to them that do succeed]
  
[‘He had brought them,’ he said, ‘some meat on a bone]
  
[One morning, oh! so early, my belovèd, my belovèd]
  
[Who pipes upon the long green hill]

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[My good man—he's an old, old man—]

My good man—he's an old, old man—
And my good man got a fall,
To buy me a bargain so fast he ran
When he heard the gipsies call:
‘Buy, buy brushes,
Baskets wrought o' rushes.
Buy them, buy them, take them, try them,
Buy, dames all.’
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My old man, he has money and land,
And a young, young wife am I.
Let him put the penny in my white hand
When he hears the gipsies cry:
‘Buy, buy laces,
Veils to screen your faces.
Buy them, buy them, take and try them.
Buy, maids, buy.’
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