Their dwellings beIn corners of old houses least frequentedOr beneath stacks of wood; and these conventedMake fearful noise in butteries and in dairies;Robin Goodfellows some, some call them Fairies.In solitary rooms, these uproars keep;And beat at doors to wake men from their sleep.Pots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pans, and kettles,They will make dance about the shelves and settles,As if about the kitchen tossed and cast,Yet in the morning nothing found misplaced!From the Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells(1635)
Their dwellings beIn corners of old houses least frequentedOr beneath stacks of wood; and these conventedMake fearful noise in butteries and in dairies;Robin Goodfellows some, some call them Fairies.In solitary rooms, these uproars keep;And beat at doors to wake men from their sleep.Pots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pans, and kettles,They will make dance about the shelves and settles,As if about the kitchen tossed and cast,Yet in the morning nothing found misplaced!From the Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells(1635)
Their dwellings beIn corners of old houses least frequentedOr beneath stacks of wood; and these conventedMake fearful noise in butteries and in dairies;Robin Goodfellows some, some call them Fairies.In solitary rooms, these uproars keep;And beat at doors to wake men from their sleep.Pots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pans, and kettles,They will make dance about the shelves and settles,As if about the kitchen tossed and cast,Yet in the morning nothing found misplaced!From the Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells(1635)
Their dwellings beIn corners of old houses least frequentedOr beneath stacks of wood; and these conventedMake fearful noise in butteries and in dairies;Robin Goodfellows some, some call them Fairies.In solitary rooms, these uproars keep;And beat at doors to wake men from their sleep.
Their dwellings be
In corners of old houses least frequented
Or beneath stacks of wood; and these convented
Make fearful noise in butteries and in dairies;
Robin Goodfellows some, some call them Fairies.
In solitary rooms, these uproars keep;
And beat at doors to wake men from their sleep.
Pots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pans, and kettles,They will make dance about the shelves and settles,As if about the kitchen tossed and cast,Yet in the morning nothing found misplaced!
Pots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pans, and kettles,
They will make dance about the shelves and settles,
As if about the kitchen tossed and cast,
Yet in the morning nothing found misplaced!
From the Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells(1635)
From the Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells(1635)