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Presentation of men (Goblin Market - Lizzie's sacrifice (Came towards…
Presentation of men
Goblin Market - Lizzie's sacrifice
Came towards her hobbling, flying, running, leaping, puffing and blowing , chuckling, clapping, crowing, clucking and gobbling
Laughed every goblin when they spied her peeping
Pulling wry faces, demure grimaces, cat-like and rat-like
Helter skelter, hurry skurry,
Chattering like magpies
Hugged her and kissed her:
Squeezed and caressed her:
'Nay, take a seat with us,
Honour and eat with us,'
They began to scratch their plates
No longer wagging, purring
Grunting and snarling
One called her proud, cross-grained, uncivil
Their looks were evil
They trod and hustled her
Clawed with their nails
Elbowed and jostled her
Barking, mewing, hissing and mocking
Tore her gown and soiled her stocking
Twitched her hair out by the roots
Stamped upon her tender feet
Held her hands and squeezed their fruits to make her eat
Though the goblins cuffed and caught her,
Coaxed and fought her,
Bullied and besought her,
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,
Kicked and knocked her
At last the evil people,
Worn out by her resistance
Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit
Goblin Market - the fruits
Plumped unpecked cherries
Melons and raspberries
Bloomed-down-checked peaches
Pineapple, blackberries
All ripe together in summer weather
'Our grapes fresh from the vines'
Pomegranates full and fine
'Rare pears and greengages'
'Figs to fill your mouth'
'Citrons from the South'
'Sweet to tongue and sound to eye'
'Grapes are for the asking'
'Pears red with basking out in the sun'
Goblin Market - temptation
She heard a voice like voice of doves
Cooing all together:
They sounded kind and full of loves
With their shrill cry
Leering at each other...
Signalling at each other
Brother with sly brother
One began to weave a crown of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown (men sell not such in any town)
One heaved the golden weight of dish and fruit to offer her
Laura stared but did not stir longed but had no money
The cat-faced purr'd
The rat-paced spoke a word of welcome
One whistled like a bird
You have much gold upon your head
Buy from us with a golden curl
No, Thank You, John
Why will you tease me day by day
You know I never loved you, John
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan as shows an hour-old ghost?
Pray don't remain single for my sake who can't perform that task
You're mad to take offence
That I don't give you what I have not got: use your own common sense
Don't call me false, who owned not to be false
Only don't keep in view ulterior ends and points not understood
Rise above quibbles and shuffling off and on
Goblin Market - description
'Come buy,' call the goblins
Hobbling down the glen
One lugs a golden plate
One had a cat's face
One whisked a tail
One tramped at a rat's pace
One crawled like a snail
One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry
One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry
Maude Clare
'Your father thirty years ago had just your tale to tell;
But he was not so pale as you
My lord was pale with inward strife
Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord
He stove to match her scorn with scorn
He faltered in his place
'Lady,' he said, - 'Maude Clare,' he said,
And hid his face
I'll love him till he loves me best, me best of all, Maude Clare - Nell
In the Round Tower at Jhansi
The swarming and howling wretches below gained and gained and gained
Skene looked at his
'The time is come!'
'No mine own: I wish I could beat the pang alone'
'Courage, dear, I am not loth'
It is not pain
Goblin Market - Laura's reaction to the fruit
How fair the vine must grow
Whose grapes are so luscious
How warm the wind must blow
Through those fruit bushes
What melons icy-cold piled on a dish of gold to huge for me to hold
Whereon they grow, the pure the wave they drink...and sugar-sweet their sap
From the Antique
I wish and I wish I were a man
Or, better than any being, were not
I should be nothing, while all the rest
Would wake and weary and fall alseep