A face with gladness overspread! 
  Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
To a Highland Girl.  W. WORDSWORTH.

FAIRY.

They’re fairies! he that speaks to them shall die: 
I’ll wink and couch; no man their sports must eye.
Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

This is the fairy land:  O, spite of spites! 
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.
Comedy of Errors, Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

                 In silence sad,
  Trip we after the night’s shade: 
  We the globe can compass soon,
  Swifter than the wand’ring moon.
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act iv.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

Fairies, black, gray, green, and white,
You moonshine revellers, and shades of night.
Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

  “Scarlet leather, sewn together,
    This will make a shoe. 
  Left, right, pull it tight;
    Summer days are warm;
  Underground in winter,
    Laughing at the storm!”
  Lay your ear close to the hill,
  Do you not catch the tiny clamor,
  Busy click of an elfin hammer,
  Voice of the Leprecaun singing shrill
    As he merrily plies his trade? 
           He’s a span
      And quarter in height. 
    Get him in sight, hold him fast,
      And you’re a made
             Man!
The Fairy Shoemaker.  W. ALLINGHAM.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog, or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o’er true virginity.
Comus.  MILTON.

  I took it for a faery vision
  Of some gay creatures of the element,
  That in the colors of the rainbow live
  And play i’ th’ plighted clouds.
Comus.  MILTON.

                    Oft fairy elves,
  Whose midnight revels by a forest side,
  Or fountain, some belated peasant sees,
  Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
  Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth
  Wheels her pale course, they on their mirth and dance
  Intent, with jocund music charm his ear;
  At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  I.  MILTON.

FAITH.

  Faith is the subtle chain
  Which binds us to the infinite; the voice
  Of a deep life within, that will remain
  Until we crowd it thence.
Sonnet:  Faith.  E.O.  SMITH.

  Nor less I deem that there are Powers
  Which of themselves our minds impress;
  That we can feed this mind of ours
  In a wise passiveness.
Expostulation and Reply.  W. WORDSWORTH.