Christmas with the poets, a collection of songs, carols, and verses [ed. by H. Vizetelly].1852 |
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... SPORTS EVERGREEN - DECKING AT CHRISTMAS THE CHRISTMAS BOX THE CHRISTMAS FEAST . THE GOOD OLD TIMES . A HINT TO THE FANATICS SUMMER TOIL , AND WINTER CHEER 111 112 113 115 118 122 123 125 126 ( John Gay . ) 129 ( John Bampfylde . ) 130 ...
... SPORTS EVERGREEN - DECKING AT CHRISTMAS THE CHRISTMAS BOX THE CHRISTMAS FEAST . THE GOOD OLD TIMES . A HINT TO THE FANATICS SUMMER TOIL , AND WINTER CHEER 111 112 113 115 118 122 123 125 126 ( John Gay . ) 129 ( John Bampfylde . ) 130 ...
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... sport and game enow . Underneath a tree I did me set , And with a great hart anon I met , I bade let slip , and say hey go bet , With hey go bet , hey go bet how , We shall have sport and game enow , I had not stand there but a while ...
... sport and game enow . Underneath a tree I did me set , And with a great hart anon I met , I bade let slip , and say hey go bet , With hey go bet , hey go bet how , We shall have sport and game enow , I had not stand there but a while ...
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... sport and game enow . AVIZETELL Talbot my hound , with a merry taste , All about the green wood he gan cast , I took ... sport and game enow . There he goeth , there he goeth , With hey go bet , hey go bet how , We shall have sport and ...
... sport and game enow . AVIZETELL Talbot my hound , with a merry taste , All about the green wood he gan cast , I took ... sport and game enow . There he goeth , there he goeth , With hey go bet , hey go bet how , We shall have sport and ...
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... sport to shorten weary night ; But voices most divine Make blissful harmony- Voices that seem to shine ; For what else clears the sky ? Tunes can we hear , but not the singers see : The tune's divine , and so the singers be . Lo , how ...
... sport to shorten weary night ; But voices most divine Make blissful harmony- Voices that seem to shine ; For what else clears the sky ? Tunes can we hear , but not the singers see : The tune's divine , and so the singers be . Lo , how ...
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... Vizetelly. MUMMING . ( From " La Musa Madrigalesca . " ) O shorten winter's sadness , See where the nymphs with gladness Disguised all are coming , Right wantonly a mumming . Fa la ات Whilst youthful sports are lasting , To feasting turn.
... Vizetelly. MUMMING . ( From " La Musa Madrigalesca . " ) O shorten winter's sadness , See where the nymphs with gladness Disguised all are coming , Right wantonly a mumming . Fa la ات Whilst youthful sports are lasting , To feasting turn.
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ancient angels Babe beasts beer Ben Jonson berries Bethlehem birth blessed boar's head BOAR'S HEAD CAROL born bough brawn bright bring capon cheer child chimneys Christ CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas Day Christmas season Christmas tide cold comes but once crown dancing deck dish doth drink earth ELIZABETHAN ERA eyes feast festival fire GEORGE WITHER glad glory goose grace green hall hath heart Heaven HENRY VIZETELLY Here's happiness hey go holly tree jolly king light Lord lulla maid maiden manger merry minced pies minstrels mirth mistletoe morning neighbours night Nowel o'er old cap old courtier peace Plum-pudding poems Poor Robin's Almanack Post and Pair pray Prince queen Ring roast beef ROBERT SOUTHWELL round Saviour SAW THREE SHIPS shepherds shine sing sleep snow song soul sport sung sweet thee THOMAS TUSSER thou unto Wassail bowl wine winter young courtier Yule
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Page 106 - Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Can in his swaddling bands control the damned crew. XXVI So, when the Sun in bed. Curtained with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The flocking shadows pale Troop to the infernal jail, Each fettered ghost slips to his several grave, And the yellow-skirted Fays Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.
Page 103 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold ; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould ; And hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 103 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And. let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 104 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale. The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 70 - 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. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot...
Page 99 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 104 - Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 55 - 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.
Page 100 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.