The word “faerie” is an acceptable and commonly used term in written English.
You can use it when referring to a mythical creature or magical being, such as a fairy. For example, "The faerie sprinkled fairy dust over the sleeping children."
Fairy, also spelled faerie or faery, a mythical being of folklore and romance usually having magic powers and dwelling on earth in close relationship with humans.
This venerable machine, which speeds up protons and antiprotons to within a whisker of the speed of light around a 6.2km (3.9 mile) ring before letting them collide inside the detectors to create a faerie fire of particles, is scheduled to be decommissioned this autumn, when the money dries up for good.It won't go quietly, though.
The first long English poem to be divided into cantos was Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene (1590 1609).
A short, rhymed romance recounting a love story, it includes supernatural elements, mythology transformed by medieval chivalry, and the Celtic idea of faerie, the land of enchantment.
Red Cross Knight, fictional character, protagonist of Book I of The Faerie Queene (1590), an epic poem by Edmund Spenser.
Among the best of his book illustrations are those for Edmund Spenser's Faerie Queene (1895 97) and The Shepheardes Calendar (1897).
It turns out you really can't trust a faerie.
Invented by Edmund Spenser for his poem The Faerie Queene (1590 1609), the Spenserian stanza has origins in the Old French ballade (eight-line stanzas, rhyming ababbcbc), the Italian ottava rima (eight iambic pentameter lines with a rhyme scheme of abababcc), and the stanza form used by Chaucer in his "Monk's Tale" (eight lines rhyming ababbcbc).
It billed itself as a radical faerie sanctuary, though the term was notoriously slippery — the faerie movement, begun in the late seventies by gay-rights activists, embraced everyone from transvestites to pagans and anarchists, their common interest being a focus on nature and spirituality.
"Is this a game?" she asked her husband, shaking him awake, and she demanded, "Where have you hidden the boy?" He had not hidden him anywhere, and no faerie had made off with him, or used his parts in a spell, or put him in a pie to eat.
But one evening the boy ran to her and climbed upon her throne, and giggled at the dancing faerie bodies leaping and jumping all around them, and put his face to her breast, and sighed a word at her, "molly" or "moony" or "middlebury" — she still didn't know what it was exactly.
