Scenes of the Olden TimeT. Nelson and Sons, 1867 - Всего страниц: 128 |
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... delight here ; Be a King by the lot , And who shall not Be Twelfth - Day Queen for the night here : " Which known , let us make Joy - sops with the cake ; And let not a man then be seen here , Who unurged will not drink , To the base ...
... delight here ; Be a King by the lot , And who shall not Be Twelfth - Day Queen for the night here : " Which known , let us make Joy - sops with the cake ; And let not a man then be seen here , Who unurged will not drink , To the base ...
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... delighted in Valentines ! Human nature is the same to - day as in the days of the Georges : the heart never grows old ; youth never wearies of love- music and love - speech ; and I hope and believe that up to the epoch when Lord ...
... delighted in Valentines ! Human nature is the same to - day as in the days of the Georges : the heart never grows old ; youth never wearies of love- music and love - speech ; and I hope and believe that up to the epoch when Lord ...
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... delighted her . It was more like some fairy present - a god - send , as our familiarly pious ancestors termed a benefit received where the benefactor was unknown . It would do her no harm it would do her good for ever after . " I knew a ...
... delighted her . It was more like some fairy present - a god - send , as our familiarly pious ancestors termed a benefit received where the benefactor was unknown . It would do her no harm it would do her good for ever after . " I knew a ...
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... delight . " SPENSER . COW doth the purest and " joyousest " of all music go up from the full heart of the woods and the green depths of the vales : the nightingale charms the night with melody ; the throstle , the red- breast , and the ...
... delight . " SPENSER . COW doth the purest and " joyousest " of all music go up from the full heart of the woods and the green depths of the vales : the nightingale charms the night with melody ; the throstle , the red- breast , and the ...
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... delight ! " Sweet is the air with the budding haws ; and the valley , stretch- ing for miles below , Is white with blossoming cherry trees , as if just covered with lightest snow . " Now , too , the hedges of our dear English lanes ...
... delight ! " Sweet is the air with the budding haws ; and the valley , stretch- ing for miles below , Is white with blossoming cherry trees , as if just covered with lightest snow . " Now , too , the hedges of our dear English lanes ...
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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.