A Christmas Garland: Carols and Poems from the Fifteenth Century to the Present TimeJ.C. Nimmo, 1885 - Всего страниц: 278 |
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... thou Man God rest you , merry gentlemen . To - morrow shall be my dancing day The Holy Well The Carnal and the Crane Joys Seven • • The moon shines bright 7 10 12 15 19 21 23 25 26 29 33 36 40 43 46 49 55 58 PAGE 61 64 66 68 71 73 75 • 78.
... thou Man God rest you , merry gentlemen . To - morrow shall be my dancing day The Holy Well The Carnal and the Crane Joys Seven • • The moon shines bright 7 10 12 15 19 21 23 25 26 29 33 36 40 43 46 49 55 58 PAGE 61 64 66 68 71 73 75 • 78.
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... Thou art none of my brother , Lazarus , That lies begging at the door . No meat nor drink will I give to thee , Nor bestow upon the poor . 1 Printed in the last century by T. Bloomer , 53 Edgbaston Street , Birmingham . Then Lazarus ...
... Thou art none of my brother , Lazarus , That lies begging at the door . No meat nor drink will I give to thee , Nor bestow upon the poor . 1 Printed in the last century by T. Bloomer , 53 Edgbaston Street , Birmingham . Then Lazarus ...
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... Thou art none of my brother , Lazarus , That lies begging at my wall ; For neither meat nor drink will I give , But with hunger starve you shall . Then Lazarus laid him down and down E'en down at Dives ' gate ; Some meat , some drink ...
... Thou art none of my brother , Lazarus , That lies begging at my wall ; For neither meat nor drink will I give , But with hunger starve you shall . Then Lazarus laid him down and down E'en down at Dives ' gate ; Some meat , some drink ...
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... thou ne'er can flee . Then Dives looked up with his eyes , And saw poor Lazarus blest ; Give a drop of water , brother Lazarus , To quench my burning thirst . O had I as many years to abide , As there are blades of grass , Then there ...
... thou ne'er can flee . Then Dives looked up with his eyes , And saw poor Lazarus blest ; Give a drop of water , brother Lazarus , To quench my burning thirst . O had I as many years to abide , As there are blades of grass , Then there ...
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... thou man , ” “ The first Nowell the Angel did say , " and others , are still sung year after year . But the more fantastic carols seem to be losing ground . " Cherry - tree carol , " the finest of all carols , has been shorn of half its ...
... thou man , ” “ The first Nowell the Angel did say , " and others , are still sung year after year . But the more fantastic carols seem to be losing ground . " Cherry - tree carol , " the finest of all carols , has been shorn of half its ...
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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.