Scenes of the Olden TimeT. Nelson and Sons, 1867 - Всего страниц: 128 |
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... leaf ; that the fresh green of the limes becomes redolent of a pleasant odour ; and the oak , and the elm , and the ash adorn them- selves with young fresh foliage . It is now that the plum rears in pride its glittering crest , that the ...
... leaf ; that the fresh green of the limes becomes redolent of a pleasant odour ; and the oak , and the elm , and the ash adorn them- selves with young fresh foliage . It is now that the plum rears in pride its glittering crest , that the ...
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... leaf to leaf , like the deli- cate humming - birds of Tropic regions ! But most they love so it seems to me the hedgerow ... leaves of Ireland's shamrock , the wood - sorrel . Golden buttercups , of course , you will take in abund- ance ...
... leaf to leaf , like the deli- cate humming - birds of Tropic regions ! But most they love so it seems to me the hedgerow ... leaves of Ireland's shamrock , the wood - sorrel . Golden buttercups , of course , you will take in abund- ance ...
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... leaf from an old chronicle : - " 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 ...
... leaf from an old chronicle : - " 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 ...
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... leaves I see , Falsehood , and foullest wrong , and infamy ! A slavish people and a tyrant sway ; A long drear night , a slowly - rising day ; The hired assassin lurking in the shade To take the life for which some bigot paid ; A ...
... leaves I see , Falsehood , and foullest wrong , and infamy ! A slavish people and a tyrant sway ; A long drear night , a slowly - rising day ; The hired assassin lurking in the shade To take the life for which some bigot paid ; A ...
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... 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 is to say , goe to feed ...
... 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 is to say , goe to feed ...
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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.