Scenes of the olden time, by the author of 'Records of noble lives'. |
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Side 35
... arrow from the bow , Answers the harquebuss below ; While all the rocking hills reply To hoof - clang , hound , and hunter's cry , And bugles ringing lightsomely . " Hawking was a purely aristocratic sport ; but though it chiefly ...
... arrow from the bow , Answers the harquebuss below ; While all the rocking hills reply To hoof - clang , hound , and hunter's cry , And bugles ringing lightsomely . " Hawking was a purely aristocratic sport ; but though it chiefly ...
Side 43
... ; where , as they passed by the way , they espied a company of tall yeomen clothed all in green , with green hoods , and with bows and arrows , to the number of two hundred . One being their chieftain was May - Day . 43.
... ; where , as they passed by the way , they espied a company of tall yeomen clothed all in green , with green hoods , and with bows and arrows , to the number of two hundred . One being their chieftain was May - Day . 43.
Side 44
... arrows whistled by craft of the hand , so that the noise was strange and loud ; which greatly delighted [ who will doubt it ? ] the king , queen , and their company . ( 6 Moreover , this Robin Hood desired the king and queen , with ...
... arrows whistled by craft of the hand , so that the noise was strange and loud ; which greatly delighted [ who will doubt it ? ] the king , queen , and their company . ( 6 Moreover , this Robin Hood desired the king and queen , with ...
Side 82
... arrows rained like deadly hail upon them ; through hauberk , and cuirass , and shield , and helm ; through head , and neck , and arm , and hand ; in they crashed , ceaseless and resistless , until the Genoese could endure the pitiless ...
... arrows rained like deadly hail upon them ; through hauberk , and cuirass , and shield , and helm ; through head , and neck , and arm , and hand ; in they crashed , ceaseless and resistless , until the Genoese could endure the pitiless ...
Side 82
... arrows rained like deadly hail upon them ; through hauberk , and cuirass , and shield , and helm ; through head , and neck , and arm , and hand ; in they crashed , ceaseless and resistless , until the Genoese could endure the pitiless ...
... arrows rained like deadly hail upon them ; through hauberk , and cuirass , and shield , and helm ; through head , and neck , and arm , and hand ; in they crashed , ceaseless and resistless , until the Genoese could endure the pitiless ...
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66 Item ancestors April archery armour arrows beautiful birds blossoms boughs bowman brave bright called carol celebrated ceremony cheer chivalry Christmas Christmas pie colour crown custom dance delight dressed earth English eyes fair famous fancy favourite feast festival flowers garlands genial gentle girl glory gold grace green hand happy harvest HARVEST CUSTOMS hawk heart Henry VIII heralds holly honour horse jousts Joute June king knights ladies lance leafy Loki Lord Lupercalia maiden martial music May-day May-pole merry England mirth mistletoe morning mumming noble o'er olden pastime pleasant poet prince prize Queen reign Ring Robin Hood rode Roman rose Saxon says scenes shaft shoot Shooter's Hill sing Sir Walter Scott song spear splendour sport squires steeds striketh sweet thee thou tium tournament tourney trees trumpet Twelfth Day Twelfth Night Valentine Valentine's Day wassail whoso breaketh wood young
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Side 95 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease.
Side 39 - 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 62 - Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold, With store of Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend To win her Grace, whom all commend.
Side 125 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Side 125 - 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.
Side 80 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But, playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together.
Side 95 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Side 110 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The holly tree? The eye that contemplates it well, perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an intelligence so wise As might confound the atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen; No grazing cattle, through their prickly round, Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.
Side 111 - 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
Side 48 - Last May we made a crown of flowers: we had a merry day; Beneath the hawthorn on the green they made me Queen of May; And we danced about the may-pole and in the hazel copse, Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white chimney-tops.