The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden TimeW. Kent & Company, 1859 - Всего страниц: 160 |
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... is cut down for a May - pole , and the frolic fry of the town prevent the rifing of the fun , and , with joy in their faces , and boughs in their hands , they march before it , " to the village green . It was an incident of.
... is cut down for a May - pole , and the frolic fry of the town prevent the rifing of the fun , and , with joy in their faces , and boughs in their hands , they march before it , " to the village green . It was an incident of.
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... hands , faying , golden days began to appear . " A crufade against May - poles was commenced in the reign of the youthful Edward the Sixth ; and the Lords and Commons folemnly enacted in 1644 , " that all and fingular May Poles that are ...
... hands , faying , golden days began to appear . " A crufade against May - poles was commenced in the reign of the youthful Edward the Sixth ; and the Lords and Commons folemnly enacted in 1644 , " that all and fingular May Poles that are ...
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... hands to work , and her hands kept time to her voice - mufic . " Pope , too , has told of the happy fecurity of pastoral life , in the couplet , - Piping on their reeds the shepherds go , Nor fear an ambush , nor suspect a foe . The ...
... hands to work , and her hands kept time to her voice - mufic . " Pope , too , has told of the happy fecurity of pastoral life , in the couplet , - Piping on their reeds the shepherds go , Nor fear an ambush , nor suspect a foe . The ...
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... hands of Sir Thomas Overbury , of " A Fayre and happy milk - maid . " " The golden eares of corne fall and kiffe her feet when she reapes them as if they wifht to be ... hand that fell'd them . Her breath is Shepherds and Shepherdeffes . 19.
... hands of Sir Thomas Overbury , of " A Fayre and happy milk - maid . " " The golden eares of corne fall and kiffe her feet when she reapes them as if they wifht to be ... hand that fell'd them . Her breath is Shepherds and Shepherdeffes . 19.
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... hand that fell'd them . Her breath is her own , which scents all the yeare long of June , like a new made hay cocke . She makes her hand hard with labour , and her heart foft with pity ; and when winter evenings fall early ( fitting at ...
... hand that fell'd them . Her breath is her own , which scents all the yeare long of June , like a new made hay cocke . She makes her hand hard with labour , and her heart foft with pity ; and when winter evenings fall early ( fitting at ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.