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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, To-whoo ; Tu-
whit, ...
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, To-whoo ; Tu-
whit, ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abbeys amid appeared arms arrow barons beautiful birds brave bright brought called castle century changed charms cheerful Christmas church cottage dance doth Earl England English eyes fair fall famous fathers feast field fish forest formed gave George give golden green half hall hand happy harvest hath hawk head hear heart hill holy honour horses hundred hunting king knights ladies land less light live London looks lords master memory merry minstrels never noble o'er once person picture pilgrims play pleasant pleasures poor present Queen Robin Hood round says scene seen shepherds side sing song sound sport stood sweet sword tell thee Thomas thou thought tournament towers tree village voice walls wood young youth
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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 142 - 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 84 - 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 145 - 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 120 - 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.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden Time |
| Autor | Edward McDermott (of Camberwell, Eng.?) |
| Editora | W. Kent & Company, 1859 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 13 Jun 2007 |
| Número de páginas | 160 páginas |
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