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Hildegarde's Holiday: A Sequel to Queen Hildegarde
Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards
No preview available - 2015
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Page 333 - And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Page 236 - COME, take up your hats, and away let us haste To the Butterfly's ball, and the Grasshopper's feast; The trumpeter Gadfly has summoned the crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.
Page 258 - When many a day had come and fled, • When grief grew calm, and hope was dead, When mass for Kilmeny's soul had been sung, When the bedesman had prayed, and the dead-bell rung; Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still, When the fringe was red on the westlin hill, The wood was sear, the moon i
Page 237 - And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back ; And there was the Gnat, and the Dragon-fly too ; With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.
Page 72 - Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep, pretty wantons; do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby: Rock them, rock them, lullaby. Care is heavy, therefore sleep you; You are care, and care must keep you. Sleep, pretty wantons; do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby: Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Page 73 - Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears, but is a king, a king! O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Page 258 - The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek o' the cot hung over the plain, Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, Late, late in the gloamin
Page 72 - Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?