Scenes of the olden time, by the author of 'Records of noble lives'. |
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... happy lads and innocent lasses who , on the Fourteenth of February ( thrice- honoured day ! ) , cause the myrmidons of Her Majesty's Postmaster - General to groan beneath the weight of accumulated Valentines ? Nay , it is my belief that ...
... happy lads and innocent lasses who , on the Fourteenth of February ( thrice- honoured day ! ) , cause the myrmidons of Her Majesty's Postmaster - General to groan beneath the weight of accumulated Valentines ? Nay , it is my belief that ...
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... happy with a gift of " half a dozen pairs of gloves , and a pair of silk stockings and garters " -surely an odd present from a gentleman to a lady ! On Valentine's Day 1667 , says the gossiping diarist : " This morning came up to my ...
... happy with a gift of " half a dozen pairs of gloves , and a pair of silk stockings and garters " -surely an odd present from a gentleman to a lady ! On Valentine's Day 1667 , says the gossiping diarist : " This morning came up to my ...
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... happy for a week , though it was not until long afterwards that she knew the donor . He , too , was made happy by the knowledge of her happiness . And this I take to be the true moral and obvious intent of the ancient custom - that you ...
... happy for a week , though it was not until long afterwards that she knew the donor . He , too , was made happy by the knowledge of her happiness . And this I take to be the true moral and obvious intent of the ancient custom - that you ...
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... happy coming spring . It is now that the laburnum bedecks its pliant boughs with clusters of golden drops . It is now that the silver birch shines with yellow flower and emerald leaf ; that the fresh green of the limes becomes redolent ...
... happy coming spring . It is now that the laburnum bedecks its pliant boughs with clusters of golden drops . It is now that the silver birch shines with yellow flower and emerald leaf ; that the fresh green of the limes becomes redolent ...
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... and how we will , and to take to our innermost hearts as a thing of price . It belongs to age and youth , wealth and poverty , the happy and the miserable , the loved and loveless . Now , in this sweet month of May - Day . 41.
... and how we will , and to take to our innermost hearts as a thing of price . It belongs to age and youth , wealth and poverty , the happy and the miserable , the loved and loveless . Now , in this sweet month of May - Day . 41.
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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.