Scenes of the olden time, by the author of 'Records of noble lives'. |
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... green depths of the vales the nightingale charms the night : with melody ; the throstle , the red- breast , and the blackbird , with strains . diverse , express the jollity of earth ; as if Nature kindled under the genial influence of ...
... green depths of the vales the nightingale charms the night : with melody ; the throstle , the red- breast , and the blackbird , with strains . diverse , express the jollity of earth ; as if Nature kindled under the genial influence of ...
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... 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 peach trees blush in ...
... 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 peach trees blush in ...
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... green meadow . The starry anemones now unfold them- selves in " woodland bowers ; " and . " Rich in vegetable gold , From calyx pale the freckled cowslips born , Receive in jasper cups the fragrant dews of morn . ' " A beautiful thing ...
... green meadow . The starry anemones now unfold them- selves in " woodland bowers ; " and . " Rich in vegetable gold , From calyx pale the freckled cowslips born , Receive in jasper cups the fragrant dews of morn . ' " A beautiful thing ...
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... . Soon after the reign of James I. — an inveterate hawker - the music of the bells ceased to be heard in the green- woods , and another old feudal pastime disappeared . V. May- Day . Now the bright morning star , 38 Hawking .
... . Soon after the reign of James I. — an inveterate hawker - the music of the bells ceased to be heard in the green- woods , and another old feudal pastime disappeared . V. May- Day . Now the bright morning star , 38 Hawking .
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... 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 both boast thy blessing ! Thus we salute ...
... 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 both boast thy blessing ! Thus we salute ...
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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.