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Strana 178 - A bird's nest. Mark it well ! — within, without ; No tool had he that wrought — no knife to cut, No nail to fix — no bodkin to insert — No glue to join ; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Strana 114 - GOD rest you, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy! For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas Day.
Strana 173 - We have brought you a branch of may. A branch of may we have brought you And at your door it stands. It is but a sprout But it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hands.
Strana 114 - Here's to thee, old apple-tree, Whence thou mayst bud, and whence thou mayst blow ! And whence thou mayst bear apples enow ! Hats full! caps full! Bushel — bushel — sacks full, And my pockets full too ! Huzza...
Strana 176 - Her sorrows through the night; and, on the bough Sole sitting, still at every dying fall Takes up again her lamentable strain Of winding woe; till, wide around, the woods Sigh to her song and with her wail resound.
Strana 58 - With one sole pen I writ this book, Made of a grey goose quill ; A pen it was when it I took, And a pen I leave it still.
Strana 140 - Tis infamy to serve a hag; Cats are thought imps, her broom a nag! And boys against our lives combine, Because, 'tis said, your Cats have nine.
Strana 110 - Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts' desiring. With the last year's brand Light the new block, and For good success in his spending On your psaltries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a-teending.
Strana 54 - Here stood the oak on which an arrow, shot by Sir Walter Tyrrell at a stag, glanced and struck King William II., named Kufus, in the breast, of which he instantly died, on the 2d of August AD 1100.
Strana 164 - For I'm to be Queen of the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o