Scenes of the olden time, by the author of 'Records of noble lives'. |
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... sweet Babe , look up and see , For love of Thee , Thus far from home The East is come , To seek herself in Thy sweet eyes . First Wise Man . - We who strangely went astray , Lost in a bright Meridian night , Second . A darkness made of ...
... sweet Babe , look up and see , For love of Thee , Thus far from home The East is come , To seek herself in Thy sweet eyes . First Wise Man . - We who strangely went astray , Lost in a bright Meridian night , Second . A darkness made of ...
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... youth retains its gleesomeness and sweet audacity of hope ! And why not ? Why should manly hearts be ashamed to confess what it should be the pride of all manly ( 157 ) 2 hearts to feel ? One of the cardinal points of.
... youth retains its gleesomeness and sweet audacity of hope ! And why not ? Why should manly hearts be ashamed to confess what it should be the pride of all manly ( 157 ) 2 hearts to feel ? One of the cardinal points of.
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... sweet Helen , in vain attempt to hide the tell - tale blush ! It is very pretty , very artless , your girlish confusion ; but of course we know , and you know , that you will bear about with you an anxious heart on Valentine's Day if ...
... sweet Helen , in vain attempt to hide the tell - tale blush ! It is very pretty , very artless , your girlish confusion ; but of course we know , and you know , that you will bear about with you an anxious heart on Valentine's Day if ...
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... will brighten it with a transient flush of poetry , and bring us for the nonce within reach of the sweet genius of romance . Only , my boys , 66 66 remember your devoir as gentlemen , and eschew whatever 24 . St. Valentine's Day .
... will brighten it with a transient flush of poetry , and bring us for the nonce within reach of the sweet genius of romance . Only , my boys , 66 66 remember your devoir as gentlemen , and eschew whatever 24 . St. Valentine's Day .
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... sweets . Oh , after an April shower , what a burst of fragrance comes from the garden and the meadow , stimulating our senses to immeasurable delight ! ' Sweet is the air with the budding haws ; and the valley , stretch- ing for miles ...
... sweets . Oh , after an April shower , what a burst of fragrance comes from the garden and the meadow , stimulating our senses to immeasurable delight ! ' Sweet is the air with the budding haws ; and the valley , stretch- ing for miles ...
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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.