Christmas with the poets, a collection of songs, carols, and verses [ed. by H. Vizetelly].1852 |
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... 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 . WELCOME YULE ...
... 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 . WELCOME YULE ...
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... hath ordained our steward To cheer you all this Christmas , The boar's head with mustard . On the other side of the leaf of Wynkin de Worde's volume is the following Carol , which , although apparently unconnected with our sub- ject ...
... hath ordained our steward To cheer you all this Christmas , The boar's head with mustard . On the other side of the leaf of Wynkin de Worde's volume is the following Carol , which , although apparently unconnected with our sub- ject ...
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... hath berries as black as any sloe , There come the owls and eat them as they go . Nay , Ivy , nay , & c . Holly he hath birds a full fair flock , The nightingale , the poppinjay , the gentle laverock . Nay , Ivy , nay , & c . Good Ivy ...
... hath berries as black as any sloe , There come the owls and eat them as they go . Nay , Ivy , nay , & c . Holly he hath birds a full fair flock , The nightingale , the poppinjay , the gentle laverock . Nay , Ivy , nay , & c . Good Ivy ...
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... hath flowers in winter spread , Though withered ; blessed grass , that hath the grace To deck , and be a carpet to that place . Thus sang , unto the sounds of oaten reed , Before the Babe , the Shepherds bowed on knees , And springs ran ...
... hath flowers in winter spread , Though withered ; blessed grass , that hath the grace To deck , and be a carpet to that place . Thus sang , unto the sounds of oaten reed , Before the Babe , the Shepherds bowed on knees , And springs ran ...
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... hath pent , That we might them behold . Yet from their beams proceedeth not this light , Nor can their crystals such reflection give . What then doth make the element so bright ? The heavens are come down upon earth to live . But ...
... hath pent , That we might them behold . Yet from their beams proceedeth not this light , Nor can their crystals such reflection give . What then doth make the element so bright ? The heavens are come down upon earth to live . But ...
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ancient angels Babe beasts beer bells 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 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 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 snow song soul sport summer sung sweet thee THOMAS TUSSER thou unto Wassail bowl winds wine winter young courtier Yule
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103 psl. - 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.
101 psl. - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
55 psl. - 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.
100 psl. - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained 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.
99 psl. - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
199 psl. - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
103 psl. - 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.
195 psl. - But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er.
101 psl. - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
142 psl. - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating...