Christmas with the poets, a collection of songs, carols, and verses [ed. by H. Vizetelly].1852 |
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... Look wherever it be found , Servite cum cantico , Be glad , lords , both more or less , For this 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 ...
... Look wherever it be found , Servite cum cantico , Be glad , lords , both more or less , For this 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 ...
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... go searching , till I find a sun Shall stay till we have done ; A willing shiner , that shall shine as gladly , As frost - night suns look sadly . THE SHEPHERD'S SONG . Then we will sing , and 30 CHRISTMAS . (George Herbert ) 28 29 30 30.
... go searching , till I find a sun Shall stay till we have done ; A willing shiner , that shall shine as gladly , As frost - night suns look sadly . THE SHEPHERD'S SONG . Then we will sing , and 30 CHRISTMAS . (George Herbert ) 28 29 30 30.
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... looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - whoo ; Tu - whit , to - whoo , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . W. SHAKSPEARE . SOME say that ever ' gainst that. 135 ...
... looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - whoo ; Tu - whit , to - whoo , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . W. SHAKSPEARE . SOME say that ever ' gainst that. 135 ...
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... looks , With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks , And an old kitchen , that maintained half a dozen old cooks : Like an old courtier , & c . THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER . With an old hall 60 CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
... looks , With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks , And an old kitchen , that maintained half a dozen old cooks : Like an old courtier , & c . THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER . With an old hall 60 CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
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... A hand too desp'rate , or a knife that bites Skin deep into the pork , or lights Upon some part of kid , as if mistook , When checked by the butler's look . T TRUE HOSPITALITY . No , no , thy bread , 78 CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
... A hand too desp'rate , or a knife that bites Skin deep into the pork , or lights Upon some part of kid , as if mistook , When checked by the butler's look . T TRUE HOSPITALITY . No , no , thy bread , 78 CHRISTMAS WITH THE POETS .
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ancient angels appear Babe bear beef beer bells birth blessed boar's head born bright bring capon CAROL cheer child Christ Christmas Day cold comes courtier crown custom dancing dish door doth drink earth eyes face fall feast festival fire give glad glory goose grace green hall hand happy hath heart Heaven holly keep king land leaves light live Lord maid manger merry mind mirth mistletoe morning mother neighbours never night o'er Old Christmas once pass peace period play poems poor present Prince queen Ring roast round season seen shepherds shine sing sleep snow song soul sound sport star summer sweet tell thee things thou tidings tree true unto Wassail Wassail bowl wild winds wine winter young
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101 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.
99 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.
98 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.
97 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.
195 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.
101 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.
191 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.
99 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.
138 psl. - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating...