Spring in a Shropshire Abbey

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Smith, Elder, 1905 - Počet stran: 326
 

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Strana 313 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Strana 313 - He, that has light within his own clear breast, May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he, that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
Strana 313 - So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Strana 160 - THE blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, which was shed for thee, preserve thy body and soul unto everlasting life!
Strana 292 - Yet even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearselike airs as carols; and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Strana 58 - 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.
Strana 292 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours : but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed, that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want. Neither could I condole in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident could do harm to virtue, but...
Strana 222 - There's not a budding boy or girl this day But is got up, and gone to bring in May.
Strana 307 - May, nuts in May. Here we come gathering nuts in May, On a cold and frosty morning.
Strana 189 - COME, lasses and lads, take leave of your dads, And away to the may-pole hie; For every he has got him a she, And the minstrel's standing by; For Willie has gotten his Jill, And Johnny has got his Joan, To jig it, jig it, jig it, Jig it up and down. 'Strike up,' says Wat; 'Agreed,' says Kate, 'And I prithee, fiddler, play;' 'Content,' says Hodge, and so says Madge, For this is a holiday.

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