Christmas in the Olden Time, Or, The Wassail BowlH. Hurst, 1846 - 141 páginas |
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... light . " " TIS Christmas ! the season of hope , of joy , and revelry ! see where he comes , hoary- locked and bleached with age , crowned with wreaths of winter evergreens ! Ivy , holly , and rosemary are twined and blended in his ...
... light . " " TIS Christmas ! the season of hope , of joy , and revelry ! see where he comes , hoary- locked and bleached with age , crowned with wreaths of winter evergreens ! Ivy , holly , and rosemary are twined and blended in his ...
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... light , and the huge miseltoe , severed from the limb of a stalwart oak - suspended in the centre of the ceiling - looked as green as spring grass just sprinkled by a shower . And there they were , the youthful and the old , assembled ...
... light , and the huge miseltoe , severed from the limb of a stalwart oak - suspended in the centre of the ceiling - looked as green as spring grass just sprinkled by a shower . And there they were , the youthful and the old , assembled ...
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... light fantastic foot ; and , save for the hum of busy voices , the Christmas revel might have seemed like an expiring ember on the hearth , waning to a close . The cock crowed once , but not from the approach 8 CHRISTMAS IN THE OLDEN TIME ;
... light fantastic foot ; and , save for the hum of busy voices , the Christmas revel might have seemed like an expiring ember on the hearth , waning to a close . The cock crowed once , but not from the approach 8 CHRISTMAS IN THE OLDEN TIME ;
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... light faded , and the uproar gradually died away , sinking in the distance like expiring echoes . When my senses were recovered , I found myself lying close to a haystack , with my limbs stiffened with the hoar frost , now glis- tening ...
... light faded , and the uproar gradually died away , sinking in the distance like expiring echoes . When my senses were recovered , I found myself lying close to a haystack , with my limbs stiffened with the hoar frost , now glis- tening ...
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... light was just tipping the tree - top as it bent in graceful measures to the wind , humming and whistling his winter tune through the stripped and leafless branches . In the chim- ney his hoarse breath roared , and creaked , and jarred ...
... light was just tipping the tree - top as it bent in graceful measures to the wind , humming and whistling his winter tune through the stripped and leafless branches . In the chim- ney his hoarse breath roared , and creaked , and jarred ...
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added asked the Squire bad company blood brambles breath cause cheek cheer Chequers Christmas revel close cold continued crack cried dark deep don your kirtles drink drop echo ejaculated endeavoured exclaimed exer eyes faggot fear felt finger fire flames gibbet give ground hallooed hand Harry Bluff head hear heard heart hoar frost hope hundred quarters kirtles sheen knife laugh laughter length light limbs lips listen looked loud maidens don merry mingled mirth miseltoe Mistress Bright Ned Terrywig never night numbers OLD ENGLISH old hall Peter Crummy quired rejoined the Squire repeated replied Harry replied the Squire returned Harry returned Mary scarcely shadow Shep shout snapping sound speak special constable stood strange Stranger tell Terrywig there's thick thought tick-tack tinued Tis Christmas Tis Christmas-eve to-night told ye tone tongue turned voice wassail bowl ween whistle wood words yule log
Passagens conhecidas
Página 112 - Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Página 61 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 124 - And drink to your hearts desiring. With the last yeeres brand Light the new block, and For good successe in his spending, On your psaltries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a teending.
Página 35 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist...
Página 124 - Come, bring with a noise, My merrie, merrie boys, The Christmas log to the firing; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your heart's desiring.
Página 1 - Oh, hear that pattering shower! Haste, boy ! — this gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my home around Still roars the wintry sound, Methinks 'tis Summer by this festive blaze ! My books, companions dear, In seemly ranks appear, And glisten to my fire's far-flashing...
Página 108 - Luke, it is put forth to show that "joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety-and-nine just persons who need no repentance.