The Merrie Days of England: Sketches of the Olden TimeW. Kent & Company, 1859 - 160ÆäÀÌÁö |
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10 ÆäÀÌÁö
... singing and showting and jolly cheere ; Before them yode a lustie tabrere , That to the meynie a hornepipe plaid , Whereto they dauncen eche one with his maide . To see these folkes make such jovisaunce , Made my hart after the pipe to ...
... singing and showting and jolly cheere ; Before them yode a lustie tabrere , That to the meynie a hornepipe plaid , Whereto they dauncen eche one with his maide . To see these folkes make such jovisaunce , Made my hart after the pipe to ...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Singing all day , his flock he learns to keep , Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep . Instead of music and base ... sing , or dance unto the rural muses ; And but in music's sports all difference refuses . His certain life , that ...
... Singing all day , his flock he learns to keep , Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep . Instead of music and base ... sing , or dance unto the rural muses ; And but in music's sports all difference refuses . His certain life , that ...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sing ; What loves , what graces on thy plains abide : Oh , could I soar me on the Muse's wing , What rifled charms should my researches bring ! Pleased would I wander where those charms reside ; Of rural sports and beauties would I sing ...
... sing ; What loves , what graces on thy plains abide : Oh , could I soar me on the Muse's wing , What rifled charms should my researches bring ! Pleased would I wander where those charms reside ; Of rural sports and beauties would I sing ...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sing harvest home . Come forth , my Lord , and see the cart Drest up with all the country art . See here a mankin , there a sheet , As spotless pure as it is sweet ; The horses , mares , and frisking fillies , Clad all in linen , white ...
... sing harvest home . Come forth , my Lord , and see the cart Drest up with all the country art . See here a mankin , there a sheet , As spotless pure as it is sweet ; The horses , mares , and frisking fillies , Clad all in linen , white ...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sing a mass , God wot , To him and his yeomandree . And then they brought him through the wood , And set him on his dapple gray ; And gave him the tail within his hand , And bad him for Robin Hood pray . And how , finally , Robin Hood ...
... sing a mass , God wot , To him and his yeomandree . And then they brought him through the wood , And set him on his dapple gray ; And gave him the tail within his hand , And bad him for Robin Hood pray . And how , finally , Robin Hood ...
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16 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a greate estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the green-wood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.