The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastime, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times...Hunt and Clarke, 1827 |
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... merry night Of choosing King and Queen , Then be it your delight That something may be seen In our Wassel . It is a noble part To bear a liberal mind , God bless our master's heart , For here we comfort find , With our Wassel . And now ...
... merry night Of choosing King and Queen , Then be it your delight That something may be seen In our Wassel . It is a noble part To bear a liberal mind , God bless our master's heart , For here we comfort find , With our Wassel . And now ...
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... merry Yuleday comes , I trow You'll scantlings find a hungry mou ; Sma ' are our cares , our stomacks fu ' , O ' gusty gear An ' kickshaws , strangers to our view Sin ' fairnyear . Then tho ' at odds wi ' a ' the warl , Among oursels we ...
... merry Yuleday comes , I trow You'll scantlings find a hungry mou ; Sma ' are our cares , our stomacks fu ' , O ' gusty gear An ' kickshaws , strangers to our view Sin ' fairnyear . Then tho ' at odds wi ' a ' the warl , Among oursels we ...
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... merry sound of the your tongue ten times round it ! diameter , and as large as will go into the. Lawrence are sometimes substituted , but most probably as corruptions ) makes the famous struggle for freedom by the Scots under that leader ...
... merry sound of the your tongue ten times round it ! diameter , and as large as will go into the. Lawrence are sometimes substituted , but most probably as corruptions ) makes the famous struggle for freedom by the Scots under that leader ...
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... merry han'sel Monday , " is exchanged among the people in the streets , as well as friends in the houses . On han'sel Monday O. S. the numerous colliers in the neighbourhood of the town have a grand main of cocks ; but there is nothing ...
... merry han'sel Monday , " is exchanged among the people in the streets , as well as friends in the houses . On han'sel Monday O. S. the numerous colliers in the neighbourhood of the town have a grand main of cocks ; but there is nothing ...
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... merry Christmas more merry . Another good glass of Bucellas , While I've the crown on my head ; Laugh on my good girls , and good fel- lows , Till it's off - then off to bed . Hey ! -now , for the Christmas holly , Rosemary , ivy , and ...
... merry Christmas more merry . Another good glass of Bucellas , While I've the crown on my head ; Laugh on my good girls , and good fel- lows , Till it's off - then off to bed . Hey ! -now , for the Christmas holly , Rosemary , ivy , and ...
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Página 251 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 253 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Página 561 - Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Página 251 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 251 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 1203 - LORD of all power and might, who art the author and giver of all good things ; Graft in our hearts the love of thy Name, increase in us true religion, nourish us with all goodness, and of thy great mercy keep us in the same ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Página 599 - Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Página 877 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 599 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Página 253 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.