Christmas with the poets, a collection of songs, carols, and verses [ed. by H. Vizetelly].1852 |
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... thou heavenly King , Welcome , born on this morning , Welcome , for whom we shall sing Welcome Yule . * Welcome be ye Stephen and John , Welcome Innocents every one , Welcome Thomas Martyr one , Welcome Yule . Welcome be ye good New ...
... thou heavenly King , Welcome , born on this morning , Welcome , for whom we shall sing Welcome Yule . * Welcome be ye Stephen and John , Welcome Innocents every one , Welcome Thomas Martyr one , Welcome Yule . Welcome be ye good New ...
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... Thou be not king veray ; * But , nevertheless , I will not cease To sing , by by , lullay . The child then spake ... Thou knowest it is no nay , And of that sight Thou mayst be light ¢Ó To sing , by by , lullay . • In truth . + Quick ...
... Thou be not king veray ; * But , nevertheless , I will not cease To sing , by by , lullay . The child then spake ... Thou knowest it is no nay , And of that sight Thou mayst be light ¢Ó To sing , by by , lullay . • In truth . + Quick ...
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Christmas Henry Vizetelly. THE VIRGIN AND CHILD . Now , sweet son , since thou art king , why art thou laid in stall ? Why not thou ordain thy bedding in some great king's hall ? Me thinketh ' t is right That king or knight Should be in ...
Christmas Henry Vizetelly. THE VIRGIN AND CHILD . Now , sweet son , since thou art king , why art thou laid in stall ? Why not thou ordain thy bedding in some great king's hall ? Me thinketh ' t is right That king or knight Should be in ...
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Christmas Henry Vizetelly. # And in thy arm Thou wilt me warm , And keep me night and day ; If I should weep And may not sleep , Thou sing , by by , lullay . Now , sweet son , since it is so , all things are at thy will , I pray thee ...
Christmas Henry Vizetelly. # And in thy arm Thou wilt me warm , And keep me night and day ; If I should weep And may not sleep , Thou sing , by by , lullay . Now , sweet son , since it is so , all things are at thy will , I pray thee ...
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... thou us show , Such as you mash Our throats to wash , The best were that you brew . MS . Cott . Vesp . A , xxv . , fol . 168 , vo . AFIZETELLITE Ñá 1 Saint , master , and knight , That Saint. 23 Carols in Praise of Ale A BONE, GOD WOT!
... thou us show , Such as you mash Our throats to wash , The best were that you brew . MS . Cott . Vesp . A , xxv . , fol . 168 , vo . AFIZETELLITE Ñá 1 Saint , master , and knight , That Saint. 23 Carols in Praise of Ale A BONE, GOD WOT!
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101 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating...