Christmas with the Poets: A Collection of Songs, Carols, and Descriptive Verses Relating to the Festival of Christmas, from the Anglo-Norman Period to the Present TimeD. Bogue, 1851 - 191 стор. |
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... TELL II . THE BOAR'S HEAD , THAT WE BRING HERE III . AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MEAT IV . THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND I BRING V. THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND BRING I Carols in Praise of Ale : I. - A BONE , GOD WOT ! II . BRING US IN GOOD ALE ALE ...
... TELL II . THE BOAR'S HEAD , THAT WE BRING HERE III . AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MEAT IV . THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND I BRING V. THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND BRING I Carols in Praise of Ale : I. - A BONE , GOD WOT ! II . BRING US IN GOOD ALE ALE ...
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... tell you truc , Christmas bringeth unto you Only mirth ; His house he fills with many a dish Of bread and meat and also fish , To grace the day . May joy come from God above , To all those who Christmas love . Lordings , through our ...
... tell you truc , Christmas bringeth unto you Only mirth ; His house he fills with many a dish Of bread and meat and also fish , To grace the day . May joy come from God above , To all those who Christmas love . Lordings , through our ...
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... tell me all that ye have seen , I pray - a ; Go not another way - a . " Then of Herod , that moody king , They took their leave both old and young , And forth they went with their offering , By light - a Of the star that shone so bright ...
... tell me all that ye have seen , I pray - a ; Go not another way - a . " Then of Herod , that moody king , They took their leave both old and young , And forth they went with their offering , By light - a Of the star that shone so bright ...
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... tell me , sweet son , I thee pray , thou art my love and dear , How should I keep thee to thy pay , * and make thee glad of cheer ; For all thy will I would fulfil Thou knowest full well in fay , t And for all this , I will thee kiss ...
... tell me , sweet son , I thee pray , thou art my love and dear , How should I keep thee to thy pay , * and make thee glad of cheer ; For all thy will I would fulfil Thou knowest full well in fay , t And for all this , I will thee kiss ...
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... tell What in wild forest me befel , When I in with a wild beast fell , With a boar so bryme . ‡ A boar so bryme that me pursued , Me for to kill so sharply moved , That brymly beast so cruel and rude , There tamed I him , And reft from ...
... tell What in wild forest me befel , When I in with a wild beast fell , With a boar so bryme . ‡ A boar so bryme that me pursued , Me for to kill so sharply moved , That brymly beast so cruel and rude , There tamed I him , And reft from ...
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ancient angels Babe beasts beer Ben Jonson Bethlehem birth blessed bliss boar BOAR'S HEAD CAROL born brawn bright bring capon cheer child chimneys Christ CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas comes Christmas Day Christmas pie Christmas season cold crown dancing dish doth drink earth ELIZABETHAN ERA entertainment Excelsis Gloria feast festival fire following Carols game enow GEORGE WITHER glad glory goose grace green hall hath Heaven hey go holly honour jolly Jonson king light-a Lord lullay maid manger manuscript meat merry minced pies minstrels mirth mistletoe morning neighbours night Nowel o'er old cap Old Christmas old courtier payd Plum-pudding poems poets poor Poor Robin's Almanack pray Prince queen reign roast beef ROBERT SOUTHWELL Saviour SAW THREE SHIPS shepherds shine song sport sung sweet thee THOMAS TUSSER thou tidings trees unto Veni coronaberis Wassail bowl wine winter Wynkin young courtier Yule
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Сторінка 102 - The oracles are dumb: No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving; Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving; No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Сторінка 101 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow : And with your ninefold harmony, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Сторінка 68 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot...
Сторінка 101 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day...
Сторінка 102 - With terror of that blast, Shall from the surface to the centre shake; When at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his throne.
Сторінка 52 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Сторінка 140 - Thy breath congealed upon thy lips, thy cheeks Fringed with a beard made white with other snows Than those of age ; thy forehead wrapt in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way ; I love thee, all unlovely as thou seemest, And dreaded as thou art.
Сторінка 55 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка 58 - An old song made by an aged old pate Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Сторінка 98 - But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...