The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden TimeW. Kent & Company, 1859 - 160 էջ |
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... Please such as did please thee , man , woman , and child . Thus doing , with alway such help as they can , Thou winnest the praise of the labouring man . 24a W.THOMAS.C ! | 1 " Tuffer Redivivus " adds 24 Harvest Home .
... Please such as did please thee , man , woman , and child . Thus doing , with alway such help as they can , Thou winnest the praise of the labouring man . 24a W.THOMAS.C ! | 1 " Tuffer Redivivus " adds 24 Harvest Home .
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... and stronge . Then Cloudeslie cleft the apple in two , As many a man myght see . " Over God forbode , " sayde the kynge , " That thou sholde shote at me . " 33 ROBIN HOOD . T was natural that in the 32 Sports and Paftimes .
... and stronge . Then Cloudeslie cleft the apple in two , As many a man myght see . " Over God forbode , " sayde the kynge , " That thou sholde shote at me . " 33 ROBIN HOOD . T was natural that in the 32 Sports and Paftimes .
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... thou salute the morn ! With airy steed didst thou pursue thy strife , Sounding through all the woodland glades alarms ; Sunk not a dell , and not a thicket grew , But thy skill'd eye and long experience knew . The herds were thy ...
... thou salute the morn ! With airy steed didst thou pursue thy strife , Sounding through all the woodland glades alarms ; Sunk not a dell , and not a thicket grew , But thy skill'd eye and long experience knew . The herds were thy ...
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... thou goeft out to hawkynge , fay , ' In the name of the Lord , the birds of Heaven shall be beneath thy feet ; ' also , if he be hurt by the heron , fay , ' The lion of the tribe of Judah the root of David has conquered ; Hallelujah ...
... thou goeft out to hawkynge , fay , ' In the name of the Lord , the birds of Heaven shall be beneath thy feet ; ' also , if he be hurt by the heron , fay , ' The lion of the tribe of Judah the root of David has conquered ; Hallelujah ...
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... thou goeft out to hawkynge , say , ' In the name of the Lord , the birds of Heaven shall be beneath thy feet ; ' also , if he be hurt by the heron , say , ' The lion of the tribe of Judah the root of David has conquered ; Hallelujah ...
... thou goeft out to hawkynge , say , ' In the name of the Lord , the birds of Heaven shall be beneath thy feet ; ' also , if he be hurt by the heron , say , ' The lion of the tribe of Judah the root of David has conquered ; Hallelujah ...
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The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden Time Edward McDermott (of Camberwell, Eng.?) Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1859 |
The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden Time Edward McDermott (of Camberwell, Eng.?) Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1859 |
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Էջ 16 - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Էջ 144 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek, and tresses gray. Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest...
Էջ 16 - So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Էջ 19 - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads...
Էջ 19 - Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore, from such danger lock Every one his loved flock; And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, Bear a lamb or kid away; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks. To secure...
Էջ 3 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Էջ 85 - Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
Էջ 146 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Էջ 122 - Below me trees unnumbered rise, Beautiful in various dyes: The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs; And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phillis, queen of love! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Էջ 9 - Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.