... unruffled like a great plain of glass upon which fairies coulel merrily dance in their midnight revels, without fear of blackberry bushes and thorns injuring their gossamer robes and upon which Zethyrs could draw little Cupid in a delicate sledge of silver ...

... the edge of it many times without a thought occurring of seeking him there. In this retreat lie fed himself on nute and blackberries, and in the night roved about for recreation, but returned to his green-wood shelter before day-light. Even here, Twm's ...