The Hesperides & Noble Numbers, المجلد 2

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Lawrence & Bullen, 1891
 

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الصفحة 75 - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
الصفحة 281 - I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free': Then his master shall bring him unto the judges; he shall also bring him to the door, or unto the door post; and his master shall bore his ear through with an awl; and he shall serve him for ever.
الصفحة 13 - Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
الصفحة 24 - The Hag. THE hag is astride This night for to ride, The devil and she together ; Through thick and through thin, Now out and then in, Though ne'er so foul be the weather. A thorn or a burr She takes for a spur ; With a lash of a bramble she rides now, Through brakes and through briars, O'er ditches and mires, She follows the spirit that guides now.
الصفحة 195 - Sleep in thy peace, thy bed of spice, And make this place all paradise ; May sweets grow here, and smoke from hence Fat frankincense ; Let balm and cassia send their scent From out thy maiden-monument.
الصفحة 180 - Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is Thine, And all those other bits that be There placed by Thee: The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress; Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet.
الصفحة 100 - Or Easter's eve appear. Then youthful box which now hath grace Your houses to renew ; Grown old, surrender must his place Unto the crisped yew.
الصفحة 179 - A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS HOUSE Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell, A little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof, Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry; Where Thou, my chamber for to ward, Hast set a guard Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep Me while I sleep. 10 Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state; And yet the threshold of my door Is worn by th' poor, Who thither come and freely get Good words or meat.
الصفحة 216 - In this world, the Isle of Dreams, While we sit by sorrow's streams, Tears and terrors are our themes, Reciting : But when once from hence we fly, More and more approaching nigh Unto young eternity, Uniting In that whiter Island, where Things are evermore sincere ; Candour here, and lustre there, Delighting : — There no monstrous fancies shall Out of hell an horror call, To create, or cause at all Affrighting.
الصفحة 31 - And trace the hare i'.th' treacherous snow; Thy witty wiles to draw, and get The lark into the trammel net ; Thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade To take the precious pheasant made ; Thy lime-twigs, snares, and pitfalls then, To catch the pilfering birds, not men. O happy life ! if that their good The husbandmen but understood, Who all the day themselves do please, And younglings, with such sports as these, And, lying down, have nought t' affright Sweet sleep, that makes more short the night.

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