A Book of Christmas VerseHenry Charles Beeching |
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... weary night : But voices most divine Make blissful harmony : Voices that seem to shine , For what else clears the sky ? Tunes can we hear , but not the singers see , The tunes divine , and so the singers be . Lo , how the firmament ...
... weary night : But voices most divine Make blissful harmony : Voices that seem to shine , For what else clears the sky ? Tunes can we hear , but not the singers see , The tunes divine , and so the singers be . Lo , how the firmament ...
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... Within that province far away , Went plodding home the weary boor . A streak of light before him lay , Fallen through a half - shut stable door The First Christmas Eve Across his path : -he passed 109 Song The First Christmas.
... Within that province far away , Went plodding home the weary boor . A streak of light before him lay , Fallen through a half - shut stable door The First Christmas Eve Across his path : -he passed 109 Song The First Christmas.
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... weary striving , to seem best of all To her , as she is best , ' he saith ? to fail Is nothing to him , he can never fall . For unto such a man love - sorrow is So dear a thing unto his constant heart , That even if he never win one ...
... weary striving , to seem best of all To her , as she is best , ' he saith ? to fail Is nothing to him , he can never fall . For unto such a man love - sorrow is So dear a thing unto his constant heart , That even if he never win one ...
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... weary work ; he strives beside Seem better than he is , so that his trust Is always on what chances may betide ; And so he wears away , my servant , too , When all these things are gone , and wretchedly He sits and longs to moan for ...
... weary work ; he strives beside Seem better than he is , so that his trust Is always on what chances may betide ; And so he wears away , my servant , too , When all these things are gone , and wretchedly He sits and longs to moan for ...
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... weary , Slept long and dream'd of heaven : the bell comes near , I doubt it grows to morning . Miserere ! [ Enter two angels in white , with scarlet wings ; also , four ladies in gowns of red and green ; also an angel , bearing in his ...
... weary , Slept long and dream'd of heaven : the bell comes near , I doubt it grows to morning . Miserere ! [ Enter two angels in white , with scarlet wings ; also , four ladies in gowns of red and green ; also an angel , bearing in his ...
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2nd King 3rd King ADESTE FIDELES adore adoremus Dominum Alleluia angels Babe bells ring Bethlehem Bethlem birth blessed blest bliss breast bright child Chorus Christ's Nativity CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas day Christmas Eve Christmas Merry-making Christmas Mystery dear Divine Grace door doth earth eternal eyes floor forbear to weep frankincense glad glory God's grace hall hath heart heaven heavenly holly holy HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS Infant J. D. C. PELLOW kiss Lady light Lord manger Mary merry midnight Centuries ago Minstrels and maids mirth Morning of Christ's myrrh natus night Noël Nowell poor Prince of Peace Proface RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK round Saeculorum saeculis SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Saviour shepherds sight sing Sir Galahad sleep smile snow solemn midnight Centuries song soul stand stars sweet baby thee Thine thing thou throne unto Venite virgin Virgo Waes-hael wassail weary wind winter
Popular passages
Page 99 - HARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes ! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.
Page 63 - Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Page 60 - THIS is the month ; and this, the happy Morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and virgin Mother born, Our great Redemption from above did bring. For so, the holy Sages once did sing, That he, our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father, work us a perpetual peace.
Page 100 - Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! " Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Page 65 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 65 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so, And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow ; And, with your ninefold harmony, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 64 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set And the well-balanced world on hinges hung; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 66 - With terror of that blast, Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his throne.
Page 95 - Fear not," said he — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; ' ' Glad tidings of great joy I bring, To you and all mankind.
Page 66 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.