The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden TimeW. Kent & Company, 1859 - 160 страници |
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... FIELD . George Thomas . NOAH'S ARK - A DRAMATIC MYSTERY E. H. Corbould . THE OLD MANSION HOUSE THE POOR AT HIS GATE A STAG HUNT . A HAWKING PARTY . . AN ANGLER'S MORNING . THE TOURNAMENT . . OLD ENGLISH PASTIMES - FENCING CANTERBURY ...
... FIELD . George Thomas . NOAH'S ARK - A DRAMATIC MYSTERY E. H. Corbould . THE OLD MANSION HOUSE THE POOR AT HIS GATE A STAG HUNT . A HAWKING PARTY . . AN ANGLER'S MORNING . THE TOURNAMENT . . OLD ENGLISH PASTIMES - FENCING CANTERBURY ...
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... field turns a street , each street a parke , Made green and dimmed with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a ... fields , and we not see't ? Come , we'll abroad , and let's obay The proclamation made for May : And sin no more as ...
... field turns a street , each street a parke , Made green and dimmed with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a ... fields , and we not see't ? Come , we'll abroad , and let's obay The proclamation made for May : And sin no more as ...
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... field of Towton , for the happiness of a fhepherd's life : -- 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 ...
... field of Towton , for the happiness of a fhepherd's life : -- 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 ...
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... field receive him With coolest shades , till noon - tide rage is spent ; His life is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease ; Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . D His ...
... field receive him With coolest shades , till noon - tide rage is spent ; His life is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease ; Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . D His ...
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... field ! Clasp your cloaks fast , lest they yield To the bitter north - east wind ; Call the maidens up , and find Who lies longest , that she may Be chidden for untimed delay . Feed your faithful dogs , and pray Heaven to keep you from ...
... field ! Clasp your cloaks fast , lest they yield To the bitter north - east wind ; Call the maidens up , and find Who lies longest , that she may Be chidden for untimed delay . Feed your faithful dogs , and pray Heaven to keep you from ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 148 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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.
Страница 146 - 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 16 - 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 60 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a greate estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Страница 68 - Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the green-wood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Страница 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.