The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden TimeW. Kent & Company, 1859 - 160 páginas |
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... live . * * * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes , hours , days , weeks , months and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave . Ah ! what a life were this ! how ...
... live . * * * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes , hours , days , weeks , months and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave . Ah ! what a life were this ! how ...
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... is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease ; Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . Ꭰ His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , Shepherds and Shepherdeffes . 17.
... is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease ; Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . Ꭰ His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , Shepherds and Shepherdeffes . 17.
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... lives the longer for't . She dares goe alone , and unfold sheepe i ' the night , and feares no manner of ill because she means none ; yet , to say truth , she is never alone , for she is still accompanied with old fongs , honeft ...
... lives the longer for't . She dares goe alone , and unfold sheepe i ' the night , and feares no manner of ill because she means none ; yet , to say truth , she is never alone , for she is still accompanied with old fongs , honeft ...
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... live one , and the prize of victory was awarded to the archer who could knock the " Papeguay " off the pole . Stow tells of a large Clofe called the " Tazell , " which in his day was let to the cross - bow markers , where the citizens ...
... live one , and the prize of victory was awarded to the archer who could knock the " Papeguay " off the pole . Stow tells of a large Clofe called the " Tazell , " which in his day was let to the cross - bow markers , where the citizens ...
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... brave Earl of Huntingdon , —our own Robin Hood of Sherwood forest . " Where will the old Duke live ? " asks Oliver . << They say he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they 34 Robin Hood .
... brave Earl of Huntingdon , —our own Robin Hood of Sherwood forest . " Where will the old Duke live ? " asks Oliver . << They say he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they 34 Robin Hood .
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The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden Time Edward McDermott (of Camberwell, Eng.?) Visualização integral - 1859 |
The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden Time Edward McDermott (of Camberwell, Eng.?) Visualização integral - 1859 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
abbeys abbot Adam Bell againſt alſo amid anceſtors bagpipes ballads barons beſt birds Biſhop brave caftle Canterbury cauſe Charles Mackay charms cheerful Christmas cloſe cottage cuſtom days of England deſcribed doth Earl Epicurus faid fair fays fhould fing firſt fiſh fome fong foreſt fport fuch fword golden green hall harp harvest hath hawk heart himſelf hofpitality holy honour horfes horſes hounds houſe hunting Izaak Walton Joseph Nash Juliana Berners king knights ladies gay Laft laſt Little John lords and ladies manfions maſter May-pole merrie days merrie England minstrels mirth mistletoe moſt mufic muſt never noble o'er old Engliſh paftimes perfon pilgrims play pleaſant pleaſure praiſe preſent preſerved Queen Robin Hood ſay ſcene ſeaſon ſee ſhall ſhe shepherds ſhow sing Sir John Holland ſkill ſmall ſome song ſport ſtill tell thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou thouſand tournament tree uſe village whoſe
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.