Christmas in the Olden Time, Or, The Wassail BowlH. Hurst, 1846 - 141 страница |
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... finger across his fore- head , looked at the ceiling just above his head , and dropping his eyes gradually , until they fell upon the features of his wife , he brought the palms of his hands together with a slight crack , expressive of ...
... finger across his fore- head , looked at the ceiling just above his head , and dropping his eyes gradually , until they fell upon the features of his wife , he brought the palms of his hands together with a slight crack , expressive of ...
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... fingers clutched it from the shaven monks . Ha , ha , ha ! " Tis Christmas - eve . We'll drink lads , drink till cock - crow . " Wild and wilder yet the orgies grew . The bowl was filled , and no sooner filled than drained . Shrieks of ...
... fingers clutched it from the shaven monks . Ha , ha , ha ! " Tis Christmas - eve . We'll drink lads , drink till cock - crow . " Wild and wilder yet the orgies grew . The bowl was filled , and no sooner filled than drained . Shrieks of ...
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John Mills. " Oh , Tom ! " said she , shaking her finger admonishingly , " And is it this I'm to expect when wedded to ye ? The alehouse , Tom , night after night , and bad company ? " " Nay , nay , " I replied , " it shall not happen ...
John Mills. " Oh , Tom ! " said she , shaking her finger admonishingly , " And is it this I'm to expect when wedded to ye ? The alehouse , Tom , night after night , and bad company ? " " Nay , nay , " I replied , " it shall not happen ...
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... fingers in derision , " ye may laugh , dance , and sing , but I'll be mirthful , too . " " That ' s well ! " exclaimed a voice - and there stood the Stranger close before me , with his eyes sparkling like the hoar frost in the 36 ...
... fingers in derision , " ye may laugh , dance , and sing , but I'll be mirthful , too . " " That ' s well ! " exclaimed a voice - and there stood the Stranger close before me , with his eyes sparkling like the hoar frost in the 36 ...
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... finger pricked ; but rather than be turned from our purpose of taking ye , I'd spill the last drop in my own body . " " Then you will , ” briefly added I. 66 Perhaps so , " continued he , in the same distinct and collected tone , whilst ...
... finger pricked ; but rather than be turned from our purpose of taking ye , I'd spill the last drop in my own body . " " Then you will , ” briefly added I. 66 Perhaps so , " continued he , in the same distinct and collected tone , whilst ...
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added asked the Squire bad company blood brambles breath cause cheek cheer Chequers Christmas revel close cold continued crack cried dark deep don your kirtles drink drop echo ejaculated endeavoured exclaimed exer eyes faggot fear felt finger fire flames gibbet give ground hallooed hand Harry Bluff head hear heard heart hoar frost hope hundred quarters kirtles sheen knife laugh laughter length light limbs lips listen looked loud maidens don merry mingled mirth miseltoe Mistress Bright Ned Terrywig never night numbers OLD ENGLISH old hall Peter Crummy quired rejoined the Squire repeated replied Harry replied the Squire returned Harry returned Mary scarcely shadow Shep shout snapping sound speak special constable stood strange Stranger tell Terrywig there's thick thought tick-tack tinued Tis Christmas Tis Christmas-eve to-night told ye tone tongue turned voice wassail bowl ween whistle wood words yule log
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