Ancient English Christmas Carols MCCCC to MDCCChatto & Windus, 1914 - Всего страниц: 317 |
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... GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO REGES DE SABA VENIENT NUNC GAUDET ECCLESIA APPENDIX I APPENDIX II NOTES PART II CAROLS OF THE DIVINE MYSTERY MIRABILE MISTERIUM IN DULCI IUBILO PAGE 3 28 4I 59 96 110 121 131 139 149 159 203 PART III CAROLS OF ...
... GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO REGES DE SABA VENIENT NUNC GAUDET ECCLESIA APPENDIX I APPENDIX II NOTES PART II CAROLS OF THE DIVINE MYSTERY MIRABILE MISTERIUM IN DULCI IUBILO PAGE 3 28 4I 59 96 110 121 131 139 149 159 203 PART III CAROLS OF ...
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... Gloria in Excelsis Deo . VI . Carols of the Three Kings : Reges de Saba Venient . VII . Carols of the Christmas Saints : Nunc Gauder Ecclesia . I have added also in Appendix I. a few examples of Latin Christmas hymns and of Anglo ...
... Gloria in Excelsis Deo . VI . Carols of the Three Kings : Reges de Saba Venient . VII . Carols of the Christmas Saints : Nunc Gauder Ecclesia . I have added also in Appendix I. a few examples of Latin Christmas hymns and of Anglo ...
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... Gloria in excelsis Deo , Gaudeamus ! Leave we all this worldly mirth , And follow we this joyful birth , Transeamus . Of a rose , a lovely rose , 1 And of a rose I sing a song 2 Fifteenth Century . HEARKEN to me , both old and ying ...
... Gloria in excelsis Deo , Gaudeamus ! Leave we all this worldly mirth , And follow we this joyful birth , Transeamus . Of a rose , a lovely rose , 1 And of a rose I sing a song 2 Fifteenth Century . HEARKEN to me , both old and ying ...
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... Gloria Tibi , Domine ! Jesu , God's Son , born He was In a crib with hay and grass , And died for us on the Cross . Gloria Tibi , Domine ! To our Lady make we our moan , That she VIRGO ROSA VIRGINUM 23.
... Gloria Tibi , Domine ! Jesu , God's Son , born He was In a crib with hay and grass , And died for us on the Cross . Gloria Tibi , Domine ! To our Lady make we our moan , That she VIRGO ROSA VIRGINUM 23.
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... Gloria Tibi , Domine ! " Marvel not , Joseph , on Mary mild ; 1 Forsake her not though she be with child " Temp . Henry VII . or VIII . " I , JOSEPH , wonder how this may be , That Mary waxed great when I and she Ever have lived in ...
... Gloria Tibi , Domine ! " Marvel not , Joseph , on Mary mild ; 1 Forsake her not though she be with child " Temp . Henry VII . or VIII . " I , JOSEPH , wonder how this may be , That Mary waxed great when I and she Ever have lived in ...
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Alleluia angel Gabriel Babe beforn Bethlehem blessed bliss blood boar's head bright bring by-by cheer Cherry-Tree Carol Child Christmas Carols Christmas day dear mother dearest dear Deo Patri sit doth earth fair fair city Father Fifteenth Century Fili Fleur-de-lys flower Gloria in excelsis Gloria Tibi Godës gold Hail heart heaven Henry VII Herod hey go holly Holy Ghost jolly shepherd Joseph King of Jerusalem kingës kneeled La-lay-la lady Lapidaverunt Stephanum letare Lord maid maiden manger mankind Mater merry mirth mother Marie myrrh never sinned thereto night nowell Patri sit gloria pray Puer natus Quid petis Regina celi rose Saint Saint Stephen sake Salvator Salvator mundi sang sing lullay sleep song sprang star sweet Jesus Text thee Thou art three kings tidings tree Trinity true love Tyrle tyrlow unto Verbum caro factum wassail weep Wynkyn de Worde ywis
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Стр. 105 - God rest you, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas Day.
Стр. 227 - So now is come our joyful'st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now all our neighbours
Стр. 270 - but newly born In fiery heats I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts Or feel my fire but I! "My faultless breast the furnace is; The fuel, wounding thorns; Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke; The ashes...
Стр. 281 - Sweet baby, sleep ! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry ? Be still, my child, and lend thine ear, To hear me sing thy lullaby. My pretty lamb, forbear to weep ; Be still, my dear ; sweet baby, sleep. Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear ? What thing to thee can mischief do ? Thy God is now thy Father dear, His holy Spouse, thy mother too. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep.
Стр. 231 - We see Him come, and know Him ours, Who, with His sunshine and His showers, Turns all the patient ground to flowers.
Стр. 215 - AWAKE, glad heart ! get up, and sing ! It is the birth-day of thy King ; Awake ! awake ! The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day. Awake ! awake ! hark, how th...
Стр. 90 - This night shall be born Our heavenly king. ' He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. ' He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen, As were babies all. ' He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould. ' He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water, With which we were christened.
Стр. 272 - God, the eternal King, That did us all salvation bring, And freed the soul from danger ; He whom the whole world could not take, The Word which heaven and earth did make, Was now laid in a manger.
Стр. 145 - Go down, go down to yonder town, And sit in the gallery, And there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ, Nailed to a big yew tree.
Стр. 268 - The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas day in the morn...