Ancient English Christmas Carols MCCCC to MDCCChatto & Windus, 1914 - Всего страниц: 317 |
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... flower of any field , Vere nuncuparis , Through Iesu Christ thou wert with child The Publishers desire to state that the poems which appear on pages 3 , 160 , and 168 were printed for the first time by Messrs . Chambers and Sidgwick in ...
... flower of any field , Vere nuncuparis , Through Iesu Christ thou wert with child The Publishers desire to state that the poems which appear on pages 3 , 160 , and 168 were printed for the first time by Messrs . Chambers and Sidgwick in ...
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... flower of any field , Vere nuncuparis , Through Jesu Christ thou wert with child , Thou bring me of my thoughtës wild , Potente , That maketh me to death [ to ] go Repente . My thought is wild as is the roe , Luto gratulante , She ...
... flower of any field , Vere nuncuparis , Through Jesu Christ thou wert with child , Thou bring me of my thoughtës wild , Potente , That maketh me to death [ to ] go Repente . My thought is wild as is the roe , Luto gratulante , She ...
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... flower of all , Vere consolatrix , Thou be mine help that I ne3 fall , Cunctis reparatrix . Mildest queen and best ycorn , 4 Night and day thou be me forn 5 Precantis . Give me grace to see thy face , Infantis , That I through thy ...
... flower of all , Vere consolatrix , Thou be mine help that I ne3 fall , Cunctis reparatrix . Mildest queen and best ycorn , 4 Night and day thou be me forn 5 Precantis . Give me grace to see thy face , Infantis , That I through thy ...
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... flower of alle thing , Rosa sine spina , That barest Jesu , Heaven - King , Gracia Divina . All this worldë was forlore , Eva peccatrice , Till that Jesu was ybore , De te , genetrice . Of all women thou art best , Felix fecundata , To ...
... flower of alle thing , Rosa sine spina , That barest Jesu , Heaven - King , Gracia Divina . All this worldë was forlore , Eva peccatrice , Till that Jesu was ybore , De te , genetrice . Of all women thou art best , Felix fecundata , To ...
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... flower . He came all so still Where His mother lay , As dew in April That falleth on the spray . Mother and maiden Was never none but she ; Well may such a lady Godës mother be . 1 Matchless . 2 Chose . Fifteenth Century . M and A and R ...
... flower . He came all so still Where His mother lay , As dew in April That falleth on the spray . Mother and maiden Was never none but she ; Well may such a lady Godës mother be . 1 Matchless . 2 Chose . Fifteenth Century . M and A and R ...
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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...