The Friendly Town: A Little Book for the UrbaneMethuen & Company, 1905 - 379 pages |
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... sup ; He has a hearty face and red , He knows not Who lies in his shed . What harm , if he be honest and true , That he may be Christ's landlord too ? So he makes merry and has good cheer , For I I AT THE SIGN OF THE JOLLY.
... sup ; He has a hearty face and red , He knows not Who lies in his shed . What harm , if he be honest and true , That he may be Christ's landlord too ? So he makes merry and has good cheer , For I I AT THE SIGN OF THE JOLLY.
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... honest and some were mean ; If all were honest , ' twas well for all , For Christ was sleeping in the stall . But never may Englishmen so fare That they at Christmas should forbear- To make them merry and have good cheer , For Christmas ...
... honest and some were mean ; If all were honest , ' twas well for all , For Christ was sleeping in the stall . But never may Englishmen so fare That they at Christmas should forbear- To make them merry and have good cheer , For Christmas ...
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... honest neighbours come by flocks , And here they will be merry . Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have , And mate with everybody ; The honest now may play the knave , And wise men play at noddy . Some youths will now a - mumming go ...
... honest neighbours come by flocks , And here they will be merry . Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have , And mate with everybody ; The honest now may play the knave , And wise men play at noddy . Some youths will now a - mumming go ...
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... honest and composed ; a soul like an ancient violin , so subdued to harmony , responding to a touch in music - as in that dining - room , with Mr. Hunter chatting at the eleventh hour , under the shadow of eternity , fearless and gentle ...
... honest and composed ; a soul like an ancient violin , so subdued to harmony , responding to a touch in music - as in that dining - room , with Mr. Hunter chatting at the eleventh hour , under the shadow of eternity , fearless and gentle ...
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... , who are angry at his Welfare WIT ITH an honest old friend and a merry old song , And a flask of old port , let me sit the night long , And laugh at the malice of those who repine That 59 HARRY CAREY'S REPLY Henry Carey.
... , who are angry at his Welfare WIT ITH an honest old friend and a merry old song , And a flask of old port , let me sit the night long , And laugh at the malice of those who repine That 59 HARRY CAREY'S REPLY Henry Carey.
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Page 327 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast; But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart; For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page 216 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Page 325 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 321 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 243 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Page 371 - Tis hard to part when friends are dear— • Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 370 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 70 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 26 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky...
Page 327 - Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor in thy marble vault shall sound My echoing song ; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.