Scenes of the Olden TimeT. Nelson and Sons, 1867 - Всего страниц: 128 |
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... June Flowers June Birds - A Song of June - Historic Associations of the Month - St . Barnaby's Day - Old Customs - Midsummer Eve - Quotation from Naogeorgus - The London Watch , ... VII . - TOURNAMENTS . Quotations from Chaucer and ...
... June Flowers June Birds - A Song of June - Historic Associations of the Month - St . Barnaby's Day - Old Customs - Midsummer Eve - Quotation from Naogeorgus - The London Watch , ... VII . - TOURNAMENTS . Quotations from Chaucer and ...
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... June , of tune she cannot sing a note ; At first , Koo - coo , koo - coo , still can she do ; At last , Kocke - kooke - kooke - six kookes to one coo . " What is the meaning , O philologists - I must now inquire of the word April ? Does ...
... June , of tune she cannot sing a note ; At first , Koo - coo , koo - coo , still can she do ; At last , Kocke - kooke - kooke - six kookes to one coo . " What is the meaning , O philologists - I must now inquire of the word April ? Does ...
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... June , arrayed All in green leaves , " our Saxon forefathers - brave men and true , with a spark of wild romance in their rugged natures - gave the apt name of " Weyd - monath , because their beasts did then weyd in the meddowes - that ...
... June , arrayed All in green leaves , " our Saxon forefathers - brave men and true , with a spark of wild romance in their rugged natures - gave the apt name of " Weyd - monath , because their beasts did then weyd in the meddowes - that ...
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... June be welcome . For it is warmer , blander , more dulcet ( so to speak ) , than May ; as if the music of the year had deepened into a fuller and nobler harmony ; yet does it escape the fierce heats and raging storms of July . Summer ...
... June be welcome . For it is warmer , blander , more dulcet ( so to speak ) , than May ; as if the music of the year had deepened into a fuller and nobler harmony ; yet does it escape the fierce heats and raging storms of July . Summer ...
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... June , when rose - odours floated in at his lattice - window , and reminded him of the exquisite loveliness of the queen of flowers . Midsummer is the time of roses , when they reach their glorious maturity of perfection in hue and fra ...
... June , when rose - odours floated in at his lattice - window , and reminded him of the exquisite loveliness of the queen of flowers . Midsummer is the time of roses , when they reach their glorious maturity of perfection in hue and fra ...
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Стр. 37 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 89 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.
Стр. 119 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Стр. 60 - Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold, With store of Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend To win her Grace, whom all commend.
Стр. 89 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Стр. 105 - 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. 46 - Last May we made a crown of flowers: we had a merry day; Beneath the hawthorn on the green they made me Queen of May; And we danced about the may-pole and in the hazel copse, Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white chimney-tops.
Стр. 19 - Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind Their paramours with mutual chirpings find, I early rose, just at the break of day, Before the sun had chased the stars away; A-field I went, amid the morning dew, To milk my kine (for so should...
Стр. 98 - 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. 41 - It was anciently the custom for all ranks of people to go out a maying on the first of May. It is on record that King Henry VIII. and Queen Katharine partook of this diversion" (STEEVENS): "Stowe says, that, 'in the month of May, namely, on May-day in the morning, every man, except impediment, would walk into the sweet meadows and green woods ; there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers, and with the noise [ie music] of birds, praising God in their kind.