More than eighty books of his work were published, and his oeuvre includes many hundreds of published short stories, as well as successful plays, novels and essays. They went back to their ancient crafts, to the fitting of iron to the hooves of horses, to working upon leather, to tending flowers, to ministering to the rugged needs of Earth; they followed the ancient ways, and looked for a new thing. And she wondered to hear of it and asked him many questions more; and then he told her all that he knew of Earth, not presuming to tell Earth's story from what his own eyes had seen in his bare score of years, but telling those tales and fables of the ways of beasts and men, that the folk of Erl had drawn out of the ages, and which their elders told by the fire at evening when children asked of what happened long ago. The specific requirements or preferences of your reviewing publisher, classroom teacher, institution or organization should be applied. And Alveric did not know that the time must come when some simple trivial thing would divide them utterly. 
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The King of Elfland's Daughter, by Lord Dunsany
And he went on but the boundary was not there, and he crossed the field as any field we know, and still he had not come to the fells of Elfland.
And gladly the good man brought his candle and bell, and the eagle of brass that held up his book when he read, and a little symbolic bowl that had scented water, and the silver snuffers that put his candle out.
Then Alveric implored her and she said the say in the book, "though my father could blast this spell," she added, "if it ever crossed one of his runes.
And she had beckoned to him and he had followed, and learned from her on her thunder-haunted hill that on the day of need a sword might be made of metals not sprung from Earth, with runes along it that would waft away, certainly any thrust of earthly sword, and except for three master-runes could thwart the weapons of Elfland.
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The gods had sent their shadows to her christening, and the fairies too would have gone, but that they were frightened to see on their dewy fields the long dark moving shadows of the gods, so they stayed hidden in crowds of pale pink anemones, and thence blessed Lirazel.
And when the sun was low and she had put the child to bed she sat beside him all solemn as she told him childish tales.
And they both went into the cottage where the old wife was, by her big fire, and the couple did honour to Alveric. And now they spoke of all the good that would come of it. And seated there he gave his son his commandment.
For distances in those fields are not as here. The troll went near to him and took a look.
He awoke, and remembered at once the magical sword, which made all his awaking joyous. Remember me on this computer.
The King of Elfland’s Daughter
Limit the size to characters. There was perhaps less mystery here than on our side of the boundary of twilight; for nothing lurked or seemed to lurk behind great boles of oak, as in certain lights daughtee seasons things may lurk in the fields we know; no strangeness hid on the far side of ridges; nothing haunted deep woods; whatever might possibly lurk was clearly there to be seen, whatever strangeness might be was spread in full sight of the traveller, whatever might haunt deep woods lived there in the open day.
She knew that before many hours the swallows would all be gone; and often when they left her her mood would change; and she feared that she might forget, and never remember more, how she ought to worship the holy things of the Freer.
The glow of the red dwindled. And one told him how he died happy, without impatience, trusting to Alveric to accomplish his bidding; for he had known somewhat of the ways of Elfland, and knew that those that traffic twixt here and there must have something of that calm in which Elfland forever dlflands.
The King of Elfland's Daughter
He was not speaking troll-talk now, but the language of Elfland, that grander tongue that he had had to speak when he was before the King: The Elf King's feet boomed slow on the thousand brazen steps, and she hoped to reach the barrier of twilight, which on that side was smoky and dull; when suddenly, as she looked for the hundredth time at the distant balconies of the glittering spires, she saw a door begin to open high up, above the palace only told of in song.
To have known of their existence she must have flown by broom to Elfland and spoken secretly alone with the King. He thought of her perishing soon, as mortal things must; to be buried amongst the rocks of a land that scorned Elfland and that held its most treasured myths to be of little account.
This report is anonymous. There she dwelt by herself in a narrow cottage of thatch and roamed the high fields alone to gather the thunderbolts.
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He started at once toward the silver spires. But as Alveric continued to parry the swift blows of the guard, that sword that was kin to the lightning grew weary of these defences, for it had in its essence speed and desperate journeys; and, lifting Alveric's hand along with it, it swept blows at the elvish knights, and the armour of Elfland could not hold it out.
More beautiful than aught our wonder guesses, more than our hearts have hoped, were the dewdrop lights and twilights in which these lawns glowed and shone. And then, as he watched her bringing a beauty to our fields more delicate even than that the wild roses brought, he saw that her crown of ice had melted away.
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All day they had dragged logs and branches for it from a wild wood elflqnds, and the glow of the fire was seen in other lands. The young man thought of her beauty and crown of ice, and the sweetness that fabulous runes had told was hers.
These images in the water are not the stars. For well the Elf King knew the flight of our hours: One praised the beeves, another the horses, another the good soil, and all looked to the time when other lands should know the great mastery among valleys that was held by the valley elfoands Erl.
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