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... BRING YOU FOR TO TELL 16 II . THE BOAR'S HEAD , THAT WE BRING HERE 17 III . AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MEAT 18 IV . THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND I BRING 19 V. THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND BRING I 20 A CAROL OF HUNTING 21 Carols in Praise of Ale ...
... BRING YOU FOR TO TELL 16 II . THE BOAR'S HEAD , THAT WE BRING HERE 17 III . AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MEAT 18 IV . THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND I BRING 19 V. THE BOAR'S HEAD IN HAND BRING I 20 A CAROL OF HUNTING 21 Carols in Praise of Ale ...
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... BRINGING IN THE BOAR'S HEAD THE SECOND COURSE : DANCE OF FOOLS HUNTING SCENE DRINKING GROUP . HARVEST HOME IN THE OLDEN TIME RELIEVING THE POOR . HUSBANDMAN'S CHRISTMAS DINNER CAROL SINGERS • ANGELS SINGING ADORATION OF THE SHEPHERDS ...
... BRINGING IN THE BOAR'S HEAD THE SECOND COURSE : DANCE OF FOOLS HUNTING SCENE DRINKING GROUP . HARVEST HOME IN THE OLDEN TIME RELIEVING THE POOR . HUSBANDMAN'S CHRISTMAS DINNER CAROL SINGERS • ANGELS SINGING ADORATION OF THE SHEPHERDS ...
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Christmas Henry Vizetelly. DIVISION III . PAGE 72 75 BRINGING IN THE CHRISTMAS LOG CAROL SINGERS BEFORE CHARLES I. AT WHITEHALL OLD ENGLISH MANOR HOUSE : THE WASSAIL FOTHERING HORSES 80 1988888 DIVISION IV . CAVALIERS DRINKING 93 MAKING ...
Christmas Henry Vizetelly. DIVISION III . PAGE 72 75 BRINGING IN THE CHRISTMAS LOG CAROL SINGERS BEFORE CHARLES I. AT WHITEHALL OLD ENGLISH MANOR HOUSE : THE WASSAIL FOTHERING HORSES 80 1988888 DIVISION IV . CAVALIERS DRINKING 93 MAKING ...
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... bring , A maid hath born a child full young , The which causeth me to sing , Nowel . Christ is now born of a pure maid , In an ox stall he is laid , Wherefore sing we all at abraid , † Nowel . Great and small . + Suddenly , or loudly ...
... bring , A maid hath born a child full young , The which causeth me to sing , Nowel . Christ is now born of a pure maid , In an ox stall he is laid , Wherefore sing we all at abraid , † Nowel . Great and small . + Suddenly , or loudly ...
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... * That child or man , That will or can , Be merry upon my day ; To bliss them bring , And I shall sing Lullay , by by , lullay . Reasonable . བ HVICE ELLY.20 ! Boar's Brad Carols . HE season. CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
... * That child or man , That will or can , Be merry upon my day ; To bliss them bring , And I shall sing Lullay , by by , lullay . Reasonable . བ HVICE ELLY.20 ! Boar's Brad Carols . HE season. CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.