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Christmas with the Poets, a Collection of Songs, Carols, and Verses [ed. by ...
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ancient angels ANGLO-NORMAN Babe beasts beer BEN JONSON berries Bethlehem blessed boar's head Boar's Head Carols born brawn bright bring capon cheer child chimneys Christ Christinas CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas Day Christmas season Christmas tide cold comes but once crown custom dancing deck dish doth drink earth ELIZA COOK evergreen eyes feast festival fire GEORGE WITHER glad glory goose grace green hall happy hath heart Heaven hey go holly tree jolly king light Lord lulla maid maiden manger meat merry minced pies minstrels mirth mistletoe morning neighbours night Nowel o'er old cap old courtier peace Plum-pudding poems POETS poor Poor Robin's Almanack Post and Pair Prince queen reign Ring roast beef round Saviour SAW THREE SHIPS shepherds shine sing sleep snow song soul sport sung sweet thee THOMAS TUSSER thou unto Wassail bowl wine winter young courtier Yule
Page 107 - 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.
Page 103 - 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.
Page 57 - 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.
Page 102 - 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.
Page 101 - 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.
Page 203 - 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.
Page 107 - 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.
Page 199 - 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.
Page 103 - 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.