The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden TimeW. Kent & Company, 1859 - 160 Seiten |
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... should , this first of May , By me be taught that love and truth Can make of life a holiday . " At the entertainment given at Elvetham , by the Earl of Hereford , to Queen Elizabeth , in 1591 , her Majefty was awakened in the morning by ...
... should , this first of May , By me be taught that love and truth Can make of life a holiday . " At the entertainment given at Elvetham , by the Earl of Hereford , to Queen Elizabeth , in 1591 , her Majefty was awakened in the morning by ...
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... should have no wronge . Corydon would kisse her then : She sayes maids must kisse no men , Tyll they doe for good and all . When she made the shepherde call All the heavens to wytness truthe , Never lov'd a truer youthe . Then with many ...
... should have no wronge . Corydon would kisse her then : She sayes maids must kisse no men , Tyll they doe for good and all . When she made the shepherde call All the heavens to wytness truthe , Never lov'd a truer youthe . Then with many ...
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... should never be old , there a young fhepherdefs knitting , and withal finging , and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work , and her hands kept time to her voice - mufic . " Pope , too , has told of the happy fecurity of ...
... should never be old , there a young fhepherdefs knitting , and withal finging , and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work , and her hands kept time to her voice - mufic . " Pope , too , has told of the happy fecurity of ...
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... should my researches bring ! Pleased would I wander where those charms reside ; Of rural sports and beauties would I sing ; Those beauties , Wealth , which you in vain deride , Beauties of richest bloom , superior to your pride ...
... should my researches bring ! Pleased would I wander where those charms reside ; Of rural sports and beauties would I sing ; Those beauties , Wealth , which you in vain deride , Beauties of richest bloom , superior to your pride ...
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... Should make altogether , good cheere in the hall : And fill out the black bole , of bleith to their song , And let them be merry all harvest time long . Once ended thy harvest , let none be beguilde , Please such as did please thee ...
... Should make altogether , good cheere in the hall : And fill out the black bole , of bleith to their song , And let them be merry all harvest time long . Once ended thy harvest , let none be beguilde , Please such as did please thee ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 144 - 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...
Seite 16 - So many hours must 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 19 - Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore, from such danger lock Every one his loved flock; And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, Bear a lamb or kid away; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks. To secure...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 146 - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Seite 122 - Below me trees unnumbered rise, Beautiful in various dyes: The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs; And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phillis, queen of love! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Seite 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.