Lyrics & Legends of Christmas-tideBrowning, 1904 - 76 pages |
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Adown ancient gossip Ardo behold bells of Christmas Berry bright breast Christ Christmas almsman Christmas hearth Christmas Hunter Christmas morn Cosette cried Crooked Arm Cry Noel dawn dream earth Eve of Yule eyes face fagots high fair flame flax frankincense gift of gold Giles of Clariveaux gleam gloom glow golden grace hail the Christ-Child hang it high Hardigrave hear hearken heart heigh-ho hills of home hills of Kirkland holly berries holly bough holly tree jolly Let us hail lift light lips loosened lachet Lyrics & Legends maid of Bethlehem merry huntsman minstrel mirth mistletoe bough Mother-of-pearl myrrh naught Nazareth town Neil MacDonald night peace peals Piercing the mists pilgrim prithee rafter ring roar SECOND KING shone smile soaring Soli Deo Gloria Song soul star thee THIRD KING Thor thou tide of Yule town in Galilee Twas Unto White Ladye wind wizard Yule-tide
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Page 7 - HAD I the power To cast a bell that should from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Outring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forged metals should be thus allied ; — No iron Pride, But soft Humility, and rich-veined Hope Cleft from a sunny slope ; And there should be White Charity, And silvery Love, that knows not Doubt...
Page 60 - neath the Syrian sun, dim 'neath the Syrian star, Thus lieth Galilee's sea, sapphirine lake Gennesar; Girdled by mountains that range purple and proud to their crests, Bearing the burden of dreams, — glamour of eld, — on their breasts. Just one white glint of a sail dotting the brooding expanse; Beaches that sparkle and gleam, ripples that darkle and dance; Grandeur and beauty and peace welded year-long into one, Under the Syrian star, under the Syrian sun! And over all and through all memories...
Page 7 - ... that should, from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Out-ring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forged metals should be thus allied; — No iron Pride, But soft Humility and rich-veined Hope Cleft from a sunny slope, And there should be White Charity, And silvery Love, that knows not Doubt nor Fear, To make the peal more clear; And then, to firmly fix the fine alloy, There should be Joy!
Page 11 - ... battlements of Ascalon. They have waned as the sunset wanes; Little more than a name remains; But more than a name we hold it, — we, — Nazareth town in Galilee! Nazareth town in Galilee! Ah, what a golden harmony The dawn seems, flooding its bright white walls! And, when the violet twilight falls, What vast processional of stars Pageants over its stilled bazaars! And when the full moon touches the height Of Tabor, a torch of brilliant light, Never was sight more fair to see; — Nazareth...
Page 69 - ... It is filled with peace and strife, It is packed with glow and gloom. There are hopes in the hues of dream, There are cares in their grim array, There are pleasures that glint and gleam, And sorrows in drugget gray. For some, with his infinite grace, Love waits when the portal jars; For some, with his sphinx-like face, Death stands when the door unbars. Some back from the threshold shrink, As loath from the past to part ; But the most plunge over the brink With never a fear at heart.
Page 17 - ... at our wed- ten instead. ding. My antipathy was too strong Honor Bright alone might lift the to be overcome. Even now I cannot mystery. But this, for her name's escape their influence. Whenever I sake, she has promised never to do ! TWELFTH NIGHT SONG HEAPED be the fagots high, And the half -burned bough From last year's revelry Be litten now! Brimmed be the posset bowl For every lusty soul; And while the maskers rule, Cry "Noël!" cry
Page 11 - Christ, the gulf is deep and wide!) We kneel in peace where the tall candles glow, Thy brother workmen face the world — outside. The Shadow ELIZABETH CARTER Can any good thing come out of Nazareth? Philip saith unto him. Come and see. Nazareth town in Galilee! Set where the paths lead up from the sea That like the chords of a mighty lyre Dirges over the rocks of Tyre, Mourns where the piers of Sidon shone, And the battlements of Ascalon. They have waned as the sunset wanes; Little more than a name...
Page 42 - And there's charm in the nutting, I vow ! But none surpasses, — how say you, my lasses? — The time for up-hanging the mistletoe bough ! Reason, — away with it ! Men have grown gray with it, Pondering why and considering how ; We have no part in it, — nay, and no heart in it ! — Under...
Page 68 - She hid with smiles the tear For one whose lips she had not kissed This many a lonely year. For one whose wander-lust had led His roving spirit far, Until she dreamed he slept beneath The clear Alaskan star. Hark, at the door a summons ! A step upon the sill ! O mother-eyes abrim with joy, And mother-heart athrill! And O ye hills of Kirkland, In dull November gray, Ye never saw a gladder sight Upon Thanksgiving day ! THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN and NORA A.
Page 59 - HOLLY SONG BY CLINTON SCOLLARD Care is but a broken bubble, Trill the carol, troll the catch ; Sooth, we'll cry, "A truce to trouble!" Mirth and mistletoe shall match. Happy folly! we'll be jolly! Who'd be melancholy now? With a "Hey, the holly! Ho, the holly!" Polly hangs the holly bough. Laughter lurking in the eye, sir, Pleasure foots it frisk and free. He who frowns or looks awry, sir, Faith, a witless wight is he! Merry folly! what a volley Greets the hanging of the bough! With a "Hey, the holly!...