{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_69842/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_69842","id":"gutenberg_69842","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/69842","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Science-Fiction & Fantasy","Fantasy poetry"],"text":"[Illustration: \u00c6GLE AND THE ELF]\n\n[Illustration: J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY\n\nSTEREOTYPERS AND PRINTERS]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n                            \u00c6GLE AND THE ELF.\n\n                                A FANTASY.\n\n                                    BY\n                             M. B. M. TOLAND,\n    AUTHOR OF \u201cSIR RAE,\u201d \u201cIRIS,\u201d \u201cONTI ORA,\u201d \u201cTHE INCA PRINCESS,\u201d ETC.\n\n                               ILLUSTRATED\n       WITH PHOTOGRAVURES OF ORIGINAL DRAWINGS BY EMINENT ARTISTS.\n\n                              PHILADELPHIA:\n                        J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.\n               LONDON: 10 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN.\n                                  1887.\n\n              COPYRIGHT, 1886, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: DESIGNS.]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: LIST OF DRAWINGS]\n\n\n    THE NYMPH\u2019S CAVERNED CELL                  _Frontispiece._\n\n    _Modelled by Theodor Baur._\n\n\n    THE MOONBEAMS WERE LIGHTING THE WATERY WAY       PAGE 13\n\n    _Drawn by Wm. St. John Harper._\n\n\n    THE LOVELY YOUNG NAIADS WERE SWAYING THE TREE         17\n\n    _Drawn by H. Siddons Mowbray._\n\n\n    WHEN LO! A FAIR VISION AROSE ON THE TIDE              21\n\n    _Drawn by F. S. Church._\n\n\n    SURPRISING A YOUNG WOODLAND ELF                       25\n\n    _Drawn by F. S. Church._\n\n\n    ON A TREE-TOP HE SAT, WITH A QUIZZICAL FACE           29\n\n    _Drawn by W. Hamilton Gibson._\n\n\n    SEEMED WAVING HER FORM FROM HIS SIGHT                 33\n\n    _Drawn by Wm. St. John Harper._\n\n\n    THREE LOVELY YOUNG NAIADS AROSE ON THE TIDE           37\n\n    _Drawn by S. W. Van Schaick._\n\n\n    HE BLINDLY PLUNGED INTO THE TIDE                      41\n\n    _Drawn by H. Siddons Mowbray._\n\n\n    THE NAIADS HAD VANISHED LIKE FLASHES OF LIGHT         45\n\n    _Drawn by Jessie Shepherd._\n\n\n    \u201cYOUNG ELFIN, THYSELF IN THY ELEMENT KEEP!\u201d           49\n\n    _Drawn by Jessie Shepherd._\n\n\n    ALL DRIPPING AND SKIPPING HE O\u2019ER THE BANK SPED       53\n\n    _Drawn by W. Hamilton Gibson._\n\n\n    I SUDDENLY WOKE FROM MY NAP BY THE STREAM             57\n\n    _Drawn by Wm. St. John Harper._\n\n\n    DECORATIVE DESIGNS.\n\n    _Drawn by Ren\u00e9 T. Quelin._\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: \u00c6GLE\n\n\n    The moonbeams were lighting the watery way,\n                That rimpled\n                And dimpled,\u2014\n            The Nymphs were at play;\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    \u2019Neath willows whose branches were kissing the stream\n                So lightly\n                And brightly,\n            It almost would seem\n\n    The lovely young Naiads were swaying the tree,\n                To lash it\n                And dash it,\n            In frolicking glee.\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    I rested my oars on my frail little boat,\n                Still gliding,\n                Dividing\n            The cresses afloat.\n\n    When lo! a fair vision arose on the tide;\n                A maiden\n                All laden\n            With lilies to hide\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    Her love-dimpled blushes from glances too bold;\n                A daughter\n                Of water,\n            Like Venus of old.\n\n    She stood for one moment admiring herself;\n                Uprising,\n                Surprising\n            A young woodland Elf,\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    Who left his own forest in mirth-loving glee,\n                To ramble\n                And gambol\n            In wild ecstasy.\n\n    On a tree-top he sat, with a quizzical face,\n                Ne\u2019er tiring\n                Admiring\n            The beauty and grace\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    Of \u00c6gle, who saw, mirrored close by her side,\n                The young Elf\n                By herself\n            Impressed on the tide.\n\n    She instantly sank amid ripples of light,\n                That, laving,\n                Seemed waving\n            Her form from his sight.\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    Three lovely young Naiads arose on the tide,\n                While swimming\n                Were trimming\n            And drawing aside\n\n    A budding branch, cedar, that shaded so well,\n                Reposing,\n                And closing\n            The Nymph\u2019s caverned cell.\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    So charming she looked in her fairy-queen pride,\n                And kindly,\n                He blindly\n            Plunged into the tide.\n\n    The water was instantly lashed into spray;\n                Half drowning,\n                And frowning,\n            The Elf got away.\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    The Naiads had vanished like flashes of light;\n                No daughter\n                Of water\n            Condoled his sad plight.\n\n    But ripples of laughter were heard everywhere,\n                With singing\n                And ringing\n            Of fairy-bells there.\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    The echoes trilled back from the grottos down deep,\n                \u201cYoung Elfin,\n                Thyself in\n            Thy element keep!\u201d\n\n    Then home to his wild-wood returned the young Elf\n                Most gladly,\n                Though madly,\n            While drying himself.\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    He plumed his gay cap on his queer little head,\n                All dripping\n                And skipping\n            He o\u2019er the bank sped.\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration:\n\n    I suddenly woke from my nap by the stream,\n                Astounded!\n                Confounded!\n            Behold! \u2019Twas a dream.\n]\n\n[Illustration]","title":"\u00c6gle and the elf, a fantasy","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":621}