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... sing The court of Mab , and of the fairy - king . WITH FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY - SIX ENGRAVINGS . Herrick . IN THREE VOLUMES . VOL . II . LONDON : PRINTED FOR THOMAS TEGG AND SON , 73 , CHEAPSIDE ; R. GRIFFIN AND CO . , GLASGOW ; T. T. ...
... sing The court of Mab , and of the fairy - king . WITH FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY - SIX ENGRAVINGS . Herrick . IN THREE VOLUMES . VOL . II . LONDON : PRINTED FOR THOMAS TEGG AND SON , 73 , CHEAPSIDE ; R. GRIFFIN AND CO . , GLASGOW ; T. T. ...
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... Sing hey O maids , come trole back the pin , And the fairest maid in the house , let us all in . Come , butler , come bring us a bowl of the best : I hope your soul in Heaven may rest : But if you do bring us a bowl of the small , Then ...
... Sing hey O maids , come trole back the pin , And the fairest maid in the house , let us all in . Come , butler , come bring us a bowl of the best : I hope your soul in Heaven may rest : But if you do bring us a bowl of the small , Then ...
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... sing out their doleful petition of Pray remember the poor gardeners , who can get no work ! " " Now , however , not to conclude mourn- fully , let us remember that the officers and some of the principal inhabitants on most parishes in ...
... sing out their doleful petition of Pray remember the poor gardeners , who can get no work ! " " Now , however , not to conclude mourn- fully , let us remember that the officers and some of the principal inhabitants on most parishes in ...
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... sing , but they make good cheer- eat , drink , and are merry . No people are fonder of field - sports , Christmas gambols , or practical jests . Blindman's buff , hunt - the - slipper , hot - cockles , and snap- dragon , are all ...
... sing , but they make good cheer- eat , drink , and are merry . No people are fonder of field - sports , Christmas gambols , or practical jests . Blindman's buff , hunt - the - slipper , hot - cockles , and snap- dragon , are all ...
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... sing a song on New- year's night , in imitation of Mr. Liston when he's a playing me . Will you be- lieve it - they burst out a laughing , and would not let me go on the boards - they said the audience would suppose me to be the actor ...
... sing a song on New- year's night , in imitation of Mr. Liston when he's a playing me . Will you be- lieve it - they burst out a laughing , and would not let me go on the boards - they said the audience would suppose me to be the actor ...
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Page 565 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Page 251 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Page 939 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 1141 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 253 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 251 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 939 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 525 - Tis Flora's page: — In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never dies.
Page 603 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how thro...
Page 249 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.