Christmas in Art and Song: A Collection of Songs, Carols and Descriptive Poems, Relating to the Festival of ChristmasArundel Printing and Publishing Company, 1879 - 118 Seiten |
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... Thou day of happy sound and mirth That long with childish memory stays , How blest around the cottage hearth , I met thee in my younger days , Harping , with rapture's dreaming joys , On presents which thy coming found , The welcome ...
... Thou day of happy sound and mirth That long with childish memory stays , How blest around the cottage hearth , I met thee in my younger days , Harping , with rapture's dreaming joys , On presents which thy coming found , The welcome ...
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... thou , with me and mine , Hadst heard this never - failing rite ; And seen on other faces shine A true revival of the light , Which Nature and these rustic powers , In simple childhood , spread through ours ! For pleasure hath not ...
... thou , with me and mine , Hadst heard this never - failing rite ; And seen on other faces shine A true revival of the light , Which Nature and these rustic powers , In simple childhood , spread through ours ! For pleasure hath not ...
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... thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing heigh , ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning ...
... thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing heigh , ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning ...
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... thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not . Heigh , ho ! sing heigh , ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning ...
... thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not . Heigh , ho ! sing heigh , ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning ...
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... Thou , whose glorious , yet contracted light , Wrapt in night's mantle , stole into a manger ; Since my dark soul and brutish is Thy right , To man of all beasts be not Thou a stranger : Furnish and deck my soul , that Thou mayst have A ...
... Thou , whose glorious , yet contracted light , Wrapt in night's mantle , stole into a manger ; Since my dark soul and brutish is Thy right , To man of all beasts be not Thou a stranger : Furnish and deck my soul , that Thou mayst have A ...
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abroad Babe beneath Bethlehem blessings boar's head Boar's Head Carols born on Christmas boughs bowers bowl bright holly brim carouse Christ was born Christmas Carol Christmas Day Christmas eve Christmas still comes Christmas tide Christus natus hodie comes but once comes once cottage crown danced days of old door drink ELIZA COOK Excelsis Gloria friends full loath frosted gladness glee glory glow green hall hath heigh hemmed the battered Here's happiness holly berries holy JOHN GAY jolly King laugh laurel light Loin of Beef lord loud Mahogany Tree maid maiden Mary bowing Minstrelsy mistletoe morn Morris Dance neath night Nowel Old Christmas comes old tree Olden Peace pile poor post and pair Religious Poems Round the old serf shepherds shield flashed back shine song soul thee thou Twas voice W. M. THACKERAY Wassail WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winter wood ye shall sing youthful voice
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Seite 90 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
Seite 107 - 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.
Seite 91 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Seite 71 - Although thy breath be rude. 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.
Seite 96 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus and the dog Anubis, haste.
Seite 117 - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Seite 106 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, 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...
Seite 109 - In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; Nor friends, nor sacred home.
Seite 88 - It was the winter wild, While the heaven-born Child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to Him Had doff'd her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Seite 102 - Twas in the calm and silent night! The Senator of haughty Rome Impatient urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home: Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway: What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago?