My Kalendar of Country DelightsJ. Lane, 1903 - 368 sider |
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Side 25
... fair and cleare , It does betide a happy yeare ; But if it chance it then should raine , Then will make clear all kinds of graine ; And if the clouds make dark the skie Great store of birds and beasts shall die ; And if the winds do fly ...
... fair and cleare , It does betide a happy yeare ; But if it chance it then should raine , Then will make clear all kinds of graine ; And if the clouds make dark the skie Great store of birds and beasts shall die ; And if the winds do fly ...
Side 33
... fair and clear , There'll be twa winters in the year . " THE CEREMONIES FOR CANDLE MASSE DAY . " Kindle the Christmas Brand and then Till Sunne - set , let it burne ; Which quencht , then lay it up agen , Till Christmas next returne ...
... fair and clear , There'll be twa winters in the year . " THE CEREMONIES FOR CANDLE MASSE DAY . " Kindle the Christmas Brand and then Till Sunne - set , let it burne ; Which quencht , then lay it up agen , Till Christmas next returne ...
Side 36
... fairs were held upon the ice there , so we have not so much to complain of after all ! Birds suffer acutely by mild Januarys and cold Februarys such as we now have . The warmth of the early part of the year tempts certain numbers of ...
... fairs were held upon the ice there , so we have not so much to complain of after all ! Birds suffer acutely by mild Januarys and cold Februarys such as we now have . The warmth of the early part of the year tempts certain numbers of ...
Side 48
... crocus breaks the mould , Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea , Wavers as her this stem the snowdrop cold That trembles not to kisses of the bee . " -TENNYSON . FEBRUARY EIGHTEENTH . - I never knew until to - 48 MY KALENDAR.
... crocus breaks the mould , Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea , Wavers as her this stem the snowdrop cold That trembles not to kisses of the bee . " -TENNYSON . FEBRUARY EIGHTEENTH . - I never knew until to - 48 MY KALENDAR.
Side 50
... of the year Curse a fair Februeer . " " February makes a bridge and March breaks it . " " In February if thou hearest thunder , Thou wilt see a summer's wonder . " FEBRUARY TWENTIETH . ON THE THROSTLE . " Varied are 50 MY KALENDAR.
... of the year Curse a fair Februeer . " " February makes a bridge and March breaks it . " " In February if thou hearest thunder , Thou wilt see a summer's wonder . " FEBRUARY TWENTIETH . ON THE THROSTLE . " Varied are 50 MY KALENDAR.
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APRIL Autumn beauty bees birds bloom blossoms blue boughs bowers breath bright buds called Carnations chaffinch Cherry ripe clouds colour Cowslip cuckoo daisies dear delight doth earth eyes fair FEBRUARY fieldfares floures flowers garden Garden Warbler Gerard Gilbert White Gilli Flower golden grass green grow hath hawfinches heard heart hedge herb hyacinth JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JULY JUNE Kalendar Lady's lark leaf leaves light lilies Lillies linnet look Madonna Lily MARCH MEADOWSWEET morning Nature nest never night nightingale numbers o'er old book Parterres Perilla pink plant poppies pretty Prime Roses primrose purple rain roses round seed shining sing Snowdrop soft song spring summer Sunne sunshine Swallow sweet tells thee things thou titmice to-day TOM HOOD trees tulips unto Velvet Flowers violet weather wild wind wings winter wood writes yellow young
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Side 215 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Side 114 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Side 302 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Side 273 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Side 121 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Side 304 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Side 276 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains: and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, — both what they half create. And what perceive...
Side 304 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Side 152 - Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers...
Side 103 - Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!