A Christmas Garland: Carols and Poems from the Fifteenth Century to the Present TimeJ.C. Nimmo, 1885 - Всего страниц: 278 |
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... things little by little are wasting away by length of days and faring towards the grave . Evermore rises the same wail over the poverty of present times , and ever- more we look back wistfully to the past . As one turns the pages of ...
... things little by little are wasting away by length of days and faring towards the grave . Evermore rises the same wail over the poverty of present times , and ever- more we look back wistfully to the past . As one turns the pages of ...
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... of their teeth : - " Of delicates so dainty I see now here is plenty , Upon this table ready here prepared ; Then let us now give thanks to those That all things friendly thus bestows , Esteeming not this PREFACE . xxvii.
... of their teeth : - " Of delicates so dainty I see now here is plenty , Upon this table ready here prepared ; Then let us now give thanks to those That all things friendly thus bestows , Esteeming not this PREFACE . xxvii.
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... things friendly thus bestows , Esteeming not this world that is so hard . For of the same my master Hath made me here a taster ; The Lord above requite him for the same ! And so to all within this house I will drink a full carouse ...
... things friendly thus bestows , Esteeming not this world that is so hard . For of the same my master Hath made me here a taster ; The Lord above requite him for the same ! And so to all within this house I will drink a full carouse ...
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... Then began her womb to spring , She went with child without man , He that is lord over all thing , His flesh and blood of her had than.1 1 Then . Nowell , etc. ག་ ་ ་་་ Of her was born our heaven - CAROLS AND POEMS . 13.
... Then began her womb to spring , She went with child without man , He that is lord over all thing , His flesh and blood of her had than.1 1 Then . Nowell , etc. ག་ ་ ་་་ Of her was born our heaven - CAROLS AND POEMS . 13.
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... things are at thy will , I pray thee grant to me a boon if it be right and skill , 1 That child or man , That will or can , Be merry upon my day ; To bliss them bring , And I shall sing , Lullay , by by , lullay . " 1 Fitting ...
... things are at thy will , I pray thee grant to me a boon if it be right and skill , 1 That child or man , That will or can , Be merry upon my day ; To bliss them bring , And I shall sing , Lullay , by by , lullay . " 1 Fitting ...
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14 King William A. H. BULLEN angels Awake Babe beasts beef beer Bethlehem birth blessed blest boar's head born bright bring capon CAROLS AND POEMS cheer child Chorus Christmas Carols Christmas day cold winter dame dance dear door doth drink drive the cold earth edition Edmund Bolton etchings eyes feast fire flock forbear to weep give glory God's goose hall hath heart heaven heavenly holly Holy hymn jolly Joseph King William Street laid light Lord lullay maidens manger master merry minced pies Minstrels and maids mirth morning mother night Nimmo Nowell peace Percy Society Plum-pudding pray Prince printed Publications of John rejoice roast Robert Herrick Robert Stephen Hawker round Salvator mundi Saviour saw thee saw three ships shepherds sing sleep snow song soul stand star sung sweet baby sweet Jesus thou thy Son's tidings Tyrle unto Virgin wassail Welladay
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Стр. 96 - 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. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Стр. 99 - In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Стр. 96 - But wisest Fate says No; This must not yet be so; The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both himself and us to glorify: Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep...
Стр. 92 - And, though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlighten'd world no more should need. He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.
Стр. 100 - But see ! the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ; Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fixed her polished car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending: And all about the courtly stable Bright-harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable.
Стр. 94 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Стр. 97 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. || Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Стр. 147 - 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. 90 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child 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.
Стр. 91 - But he, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She crown'd 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 a universal peace through sea and land.