 Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me Wassaile bowles to drink Spiced to the brink : Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land : And giv'st me for my bushell sowne, Twice ten for one.  Old Christmas - Страница 128по Washington Irving - 1899 - 243 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Washington Irving - 1820 - 438 страници
...glistening, and his voice rambling out of all the bounds of time and tune : " 'Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me Wassaile bowles to drink Spic'd to the brink. Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land : And giv'st me for my... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1821 - 366 страници
...glistening, and his voice rambling out of all the bounds of time and tune: " *Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me Wassaile bowles to drink Spic'd to the brink : Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land : And giv'st me for my... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1823 - 402 страници
...Wassaile bowlcs to drink Spic'd to the brink : Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles ray land : And giv'st me for my bushell sowne, Twice ten for one.» I afterwards understood that early morning service was read on every Sunday and saint's day throughout the year, either by Mr Bracebridge... | |
 | Robert Herrick - 1823 - 346 страници
...hast sent ; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet. 'Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me wassaile bowles to drink, Spic'd to the brink. Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land, And giv'st me, for my... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1824 - 804 страници
...glistening, and his voice rambling out of all the bounds of time and, tune: « "Tis tliou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me Wassaile bowles to drink Spic'd to the brink : Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land : And giv'st me for my... | |
 | Robert Herrick - 1825 - 348 страници
...hast sent ; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet. 'Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me wassaile bowles to drink, Spic'd to the brink. Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land, And giv'st me, for my... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1834 - 334 страници
...glistening and his voice ram bling out of all the bounds of time and tune : " "Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltlesse mirth, And giv'st me Wassaile bowles to drink Spic'd to the brink ; Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land ; And giv'st me for my... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1835 - 194 страници
...mirth , And giv'st me Wassaille bowles to drink Spic'd to the brink : Lord , 'tis thy plentytdropping hand That soiles my land : And giv'st me for my bushell sowne , Twice ten for one. » 1 afterwards understood that early morning service was read on every Sunday and saint's day throughout... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 страници
...sweet. Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltless mirth ; And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink, Spiced to the brink. Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand, That sows my land : All this, and better, dost Thou send Which, fir'd with incense, I resign As wholly Thine... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 страници
...more sweet. 'Tia thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltless mirth, And giv'st me wassail bowles to drink Spiced to the brink. Lord ! 'tis thy...plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land, And giv'st me for my bushel sowne, Thrice ten for one. Thou makest my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day, Besides my healthful... | |
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