In the Yule-log Glow, Том 3Harrison Smith Morris J.B. Lippincott, 1891 |
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... were loose , not locked , -kept mut- tering , mumbling . " There ! At his cursing and swearing ! " the youngsters cried ; but the elders thought , “ In prayer . " A boy threw stones ; he picked them up and Halbert and Hob . 37.
... were loose , not locked , -kept mut- tering , mumbling . " There ! At his cursing and swearing ! " the youngsters cried ; but the elders thought , “ In prayer . " A boy threw stones ; he picked them up and Halbert and Hob . 37.
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Harrison Smith Morris. A boy threw stones ; he picked them up and stored them in his vest ; So tottered , muttered , mumbled he , till he died , perhaps found rest . " Is there a reason in nature for these hard hearts ? " O Lear , That a ...
Harrison Smith Morris. A boy threw stones ; he picked them up and stored them in his vest ; So tottered , muttered , mumbled he , till he died , perhaps found rest . " Is there a reason in nature for these hard hearts ? " O Lear , That a ...
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... no man minds his labor ; Our lasses have provided them A bagpipe and a tabor ; Young men and maids , and girls and boys , Give life to one another's joys ; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they 59 A Christmas "Now"
... no man minds his labor ; Our lasses have provided them A bagpipe and a tabor ; Young men and maids , and girls and boys , Give life to one another's joys ; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they 59 A Christmas "Now"
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... the house goes round : For they the cellar's depth have found , And there they will be merry . The wenches with their wassail bowls , About the streets are singing ; The boys are come to catch the owls , The 6 A Christmas " Now . " 61.
... the house goes round : For they the cellar's depth have found , And there they will be merry . The wenches with their wassail bowls , About the streets are singing ; The boys are come to catch the owls , The 6 A Christmas " Now . " 61.
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Harrison Smith Morris. The boys are come to catch the owls , The wild mare in is bringing . Our kitchen - boy hath broke his box , And to the dealing of the ox Our honest neighbors come by flocks , And here they will be merry . Now kings ...
Harrison Smith Morris. The boys are come to catch the owls , The wild mare in is bringing . Our kitchen - boy hath broke his box , And to the dealing of the ox Our honest neighbors come by flocks , And here they will be merry . Now kings ...
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Algernon Charles Swinburne angels apri Babe Bethlehem blessed blest blow boar's head born boys breast bright bring Bryan Waller Proctor capon carols cheer child chimneys Christ Christmas Carols Christmas-tide cold winter comes cried crown dance David delight doth drink drive the cold earth Excalibur eyes feast fire forbear to weep frankincense George Wither girls gold goose green hall hand hath heard heart heaven holly holy Hosanna ichthyophagy King Arthur KING WENCESLAS kiss Last Christmas laugh light Lord lullay maids Mary merry midnight Centuries ago minced-pies mirth mistletoe morn mother New-Year's gift nigh night Nowell o'er Old Christmas peace Plum-pudding poor roast-beef Robert Herrick round says shepherds shining sight sing Sir Bedivere sleep snow solemn midnight Centuries song soul sport stand star Sweet baby thee thing Thomas Weelkes thy Son's Twas Tyrle unto voice wassail wassail-bowl Wherein wind
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Стр. 20 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Стр. 84 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Стр. 70 - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
Стр. 14 - But he, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down, through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.
Стр. 87 - What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? ' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard *:he water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Стр. 19 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne.
Стр. 18 - And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Стр. 20 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals...
Стр. 11 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Стр. 13 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child 30 All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies : Nature in awe to him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour.