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... Fairs - Wakes - Morris Dancings - Harvest Homes - Shear- ings - Mayings - Aleings - Wassailings - Mummings - Soulings ... Fair -Old Nick - Joint ring - Robin Goodfellow - Robin Badfellow - Passing bell- Wedding ring - Death watch - the ...
... Fairs - Wakes - Morris Dancings - Harvest Homes - Shear- ings - Mayings - Aleings - Wassailings - Mummings - Soulings ... Fair -Old Nick - Joint ring - Robin Goodfellow - Robin Badfellow - Passing bell- Wedding ring - Death watch - the ...
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... fair breast , As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon ; Rose - bloom fell on her hands , together prest , And on her silver cross soft amethyst , And on her hair a glory , like a saint : She seem'd a splendid angel , newly drest ...
... fair breast , As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon ; Rose - bloom fell on her hands , together prest , And on her silver cross soft amethyst , And on her hair a glory , like a saint : She seem'd a splendid angel , newly drest ...
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... fair and clear , there was to be plenty ; if cloudy or misty , much cattle would die ; if rain or snow fell then it presaged a dearth ; and if windy , there would be wars : If Saint Paul's Day be fair and clear . It does betide a happy ...
... fair and clear , there was to be plenty ; if cloudy or misty , much cattle would die ; if rain or snow fell then it presaged a dearth ; and if windy , there would be wars : If Saint Paul's Day be fair and clear . It does betide a happy ...
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... John Smith ; and the fair MEDEA , to whom he was indebted for his spoils , rode by his side . - BISHOP BLASE was a personage of very be Indian Bay . Laurus Indica . Dedicated to St. Margaret 200 210 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - FEBRUARY 3 .
... John Smith ; and the fair MEDEA , to whom he was indebted for his spoils , rode by his side . - BISHOP BLASE was a personage of very be Indian Bay . Laurus Indica . Dedicated to St. Margaret 200 210 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - FEBRUARY 3 .
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... fair , he tells her that " love , like a worm in the mud , has played upon his Lammas cheek " ever since last Lammas - tide , and she knows it has , and that she's his valentine . With such persons and with nature , this is the season ...
... fair , he tells her that " love , like a worm in the mud , has played upon his Lammas cheek " ever since last Lammas - tide , and she knows it has , and that she's his valentine . With such persons and with nature , this is the season ...
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Сторінка 805 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
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Сторінка 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Сторінка 719 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
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