The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden TimeW. Kent & Company, 1859 - 160 ページ |
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... Hear the impatient fwain how he appeals to the lingering maiden : - Get up , get up , for shame , the blooming morne Upon her wings presents the god unshorne . See how Aurora throwes her faire Fresh - quilted colours through the aire ...
... Hear the impatient fwain how he appeals to the lingering maiden : - Get up , get up , for shame , the blooming morne Upon her wings presents the god unshorne . See how Aurora throwes her faire Fresh - quilted colours through the aire ...
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... hear the jovial fong of the harvest men : — We have ploughed , we have sowed , We have reaped , we have mowed , We have brought home every load , Hip , hip , hip , Harvest Home ! But there are " potent , grave , and reverend fignors ...
... hear the jovial fong of the harvest men : — We have ploughed , we have sowed , We have reaped , we have mowed , We have brought home every load , Hip , hip , hip , Harvest Home ! But there are " potent , grave , and reverend fignors ...
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... hear him howl with pain , as he limped off maimed by the blow of fome unusually vigorous faint . It was a fine feat , too , to see the application of the red - hot pincers by St. Dunstan to the nose of Beelzebub ; to fee other faints of ...
... hear him howl with pain , as he limped off maimed by the blow of fome unusually vigorous faint . It was a fine feat , too , to see the application of the red - hot pincers by St. Dunstan to the nose of Beelzebub ; to fee other faints of ...
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... hear the gravest speech in all the play . I never saw Rheade peeping through the curtain , But ravishing joy entered into my heart . Then comes a boy upon the stage ; the first speaker inquires of him for the " Fool , " and is told he ...
... hear the gravest speech in all the play . I never saw Rheade peeping through the curtain , But ravishing joy entered into my heart . Then comes a boy upon the stage ; the first speaker inquires of him for the " Fool , " and is told he ...
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... hear the foreft music of the Rend the thin air , and with a lusty cry Awake the drowsy echo , and confound Their perfect language in a mingled voice . Scott has drawn this vivid and animated sketch of the sport which our ancestors loved ...
... hear the foreft music of the Rend the thin air , and with a lusty cry Awake the drowsy echo , and confound Their perfect language in a mingled voice . Scott has drawn this vivid and animated sketch of the sport which our ancestors loved ...
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16 ページ - 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.
144 ページ - 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...
16 ページ - 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...
19 ページ - 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...
19 ページ - 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...
3 ページ - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
85 ページ - 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.
146 ページ - 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.
122 ページ - 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!
9 ページ - 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.