Scenes of the olden time, by the author of 'Records of noble lives'. |
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... Festival - Historic Notes - Last Tournament in England - Jousts - The Joute à Outrance , and the Joute à Plaisance - Characteristics of each - An Anecdote from Froissart - Weapons made use of Quotation from Shak- speare - Romance of ...
... Festival - Historic Notes - Last Tournament in England - Jousts - The Joute à Outrance , and the Joute à Plaisance - Characteristics of each - An Anecdote from Froissart - Weapons made use of Quotation from Shak- speare - Romance of ...
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... festival , which commemorates the announcement of the religion of peace and love , should be made the season for gathering together of family connections , and drawing closer again those bands of kindred hearts , which the cares , and ...
... festival , which commemorates the announcement of the religion of peace and love , should be made the season for gathering together of family connections , and drawing closer again those bands of kindred hearts , which the cares , and ...
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... Festival ( which is still practised ) took its rise from thence . " This seems a very poor explanation , and Mr. Douce , in my opinion , affords a more satisfactory one . It was the custom , he says , in ancient Rome , during a great ...
... Festival ( which is still practised ) took its rise from thence . " This seems a very poor explanation , and Mr. Douce , in my opinion , affords a more satisfactory one . It was the custom , he says , in ancient Rome , during a great ...
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... festivals . The 1st of April is , as I need not to remind my readers , consecrated to the goddess of Folly , from old prescription ; and silly youngsters are wont , upon that day , to indulge in those foolish and often offensive jokes ...
... festivals . The 1st of April is , as I need not to remind my readers , consecrated to the goddess of Folly , from old prescription ; and silly youngsters are wont , upon that day , to indulge in those foolish and often offensive jokes ...
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... festival , and threw themselves , heart and soul , into its traditional cere- monies . We have suffered the old customs to die out ; let us cherish the old feeling . Let us love the flowers , and the sunshine , and the music of the ...
... festival , and threw themselves , heart and soul , into its traditional cere- monies . We have suffered the old customs to die out ; let us cherish the old feeling . Let us love the flowers , and the sunshine , and the music of the ...
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Стр. 95 - 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.
Стр. 39 - 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. 62 - 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. 125 - 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. 125 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Стр. 80 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But, playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together.
Стр. 95 - 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. 110 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The holly tree? The eye that contemplates it well, perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an intelligence so wise As might confound the atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen; No grazing cattle, through their prickly round, Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.
Стр. 111 - 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. 48 - 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.