Christmas with the poets, a collection of songs, carols, and verses [ed. by H. Vizetelly].1852 |
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... doth light Wherein he shone full pale , I dare well sain . The bitter frosts with sleet and rain Destroyed have the green in every yard . Janus sits by the fire with double beard , And drinketh of his bugle horn the wine ! Before him ...
... doth light Wherein he shone full pale , I dare well sain . The bitter frosts with sleet and rain Destroyed have the green in every yard . Janus sits by the fire with double beard , And drinketh of his bugle horn the wine ! Before him ...
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Christmas Henry Vizetelly. # Anglo Norman Carol . ORDINGS , listen to our lay- We have come from far away To seek Christmas ; In this mansion we are told He his yearly feast doth hold : " Tis to day ! May joy come from God. ANGLO-NORMAN ...
Christmas Henry Vizetelly. # Anglo Norman Carol . ORDINGS , listen to our lay- We have come from far away To seek Christmas ; In this mansion we are told He his yearly feast doth hold : " Tis to day ! May joy come from God. ANGLO-NORMAN ...
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... above , To all those who Christmas love . To English ale , and Gascon wine , And French , doth Christmas much incline- And Anjou's , too ; ANGLO - NORMAN CAROL . He makes his neighbour freely 1 CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
... above , To all those who Christmas love . To English ale , and Gascon wine , And French , doth Christmas much incline- And Anjou's , too ; ANGLO - NORMAN CAROL . He makes his neighbour freely 1 CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
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... doth sink Often by day . May joys flow from God above , To all those who Christmas love . Lords , by Christmas and the host Of this mansion hear Drink it well- my toast- Each must drain his cup of wine , And I the first will toss off ...
... doth sink Often by day . May joys flow from God above , To all those who Christmas love . Lords , by Christmas and the host Of this mansion hear Drink it well- my toast- Each must drain his cup of wine , And I the first will toss off ...
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... doth warn you every one , By King Herod ye go not home , For if you do you will be slain Full soon - a , And woe to you be done - a . " So forth they went another way , Through the might of God , his lay , As the angel to them did say ...
... doth warn you every one , By King Herod ye go not home , For if you do you will be slain Full soon - a , And woe to you be done - a . " So forth they went another way , Through the might of God , his lay , As the angel to them did say ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient angels Babe beasts beer Ben Jonson berries Bethlehem birth blessed boar's head BOAR'S HEAD CAROL born bough brawn bright bring capon cheer child chimneys Christ CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas Day Christmas season Christmas tide cold comes but once crown dancing deck dish doth drink earth ELIZABETHAN ERA eyes feast festival fire GEORGE WITHER glad glory goose grace green hall hath heart Heaven HENRY VIZETELLY Here's happiness hey go holly tree jolly king light Lord lulla maid maiden manger merry minced pies minstrels mirth mistletoe morning neighbours night Nowel o'er old cap old courtier peace Plum-pudding poems Poor Robin's Almanack Post and Pair pray Prince queen Ring roast beef ROBERT SOUTHWELL round Saviour SAW THREE SHIPS shepherds shine sing sleep snow song soul sport sung sweet thee THOMAS TUSSER thou unto Wassail bowl wine winter young courtier Yule
Pasajes populares
Página 106 - Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Can in his swaddling bands control the damned crew. XXVI So, when the Sun in bed. Curtained with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The flocking shadows pale Troop to the infernal jail, Each fettered ghost slips to his several grave, And the yellow-skirted Fays Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.
Página 103 - 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.
Página 103 - 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.
Página 104 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale. The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Página 70 - 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...
Página 99 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Página 104 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 100 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.