The Christmas Box;: An Annual Present for Young Persons

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Thomas Crofton Croker
John Ebers and Company Old Bond Street; and William Blackwood, Edinburgh., 1829 - 239 páginas
 

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Página 6 - 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
Página 29 - And the milky beechnut is his bread and his wine. In the joy of his nature, he frisks with a bound To the topmost twigs, and then down to the ground ; Then up again, like a winged thing, And from tree to tree with a vaulting spring; Then he sits up aloft, and looks waggish and queer, As if he would say,
Página 4 - So, now is come our joyful'st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine ; Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now all our neighbours...
Página 5 - See the old tenants' table be the same ; Then, if yon would send up the brawner's head, Sweet rosemary and bays around it spread : His foaming tusks let some large pippin grace, Or midst those thundering spears an orange place; Sauce like himself, offensive to its foes, The roguish mustard, dangerous to the nose. Sack and the well-spic'd hippocras the wine, Wassail the bowl with ancient ribbands tine, Porridge with plums, and turkeys with the chine.
Página 141 - Call for the robin redbreast, and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the fieldmouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm. And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men.
Página 123 - From Penigent to Pendle Hill, From Linton to Long Addingham, And all that Craven coasts did till, They with the lusty Clifford came ; All Staincliffe hundred went with him, With striplings strong from Wharledale, And all that Hauton hills did climb, With Longstroth eke and Litton Dale, Whose milk-fed fellows, fleshy bred, Well brown'd with sounding bows upbend ; All such as Horton fells had fed On Clifford's banner did attend.
Página 1 - Our ancestors considered Christmas in the double light of a holy commemoration, and a cheerful festival, and accordingly distinguished it by devotion, by vacation from business, by merriment, and hospitality. They seemed eagerly bent to make themselves, and every...
Página 29 - To the topmost twigs, and then down to the ground ; Then up again, like a winged thing, And from tree to tree with a vaulting spring ; Then he sits up aloft, and looks waggish and queer, As if he would say, " Ay, follow me here !" And then he grows pettish, and stamps his foot; And then independently cracks his nut ; And thus he lives the long summer thorough, Without a care or a thought of sorrow.
Página 197 - Yes — ha ! ha ! I could see you thought that good ! and then the dancing ! DICK. Ay, ay ; and there wasn't one amongst them that footed it away like my Margery. And folks says to me, " Pray, who is that pretty modest young woman as hops over the ground as light as a feather ?" says they ; and says I, " Why, that there pretty young woman is my wife, to be sure !
Página 126 - As the young doves come at their mothers' call ; One run to yon tall foxglove, and see At his breakfast of balm the golden bee ; Another go hunt from bud to bloom The worm that flies with a painted plume, Or see the doe solicitous lead Her twin fawns forth to the odorous mead, Or mark the nestlings newly flown, With their tender wings and their crests of down. But stay, my children.

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