reminders that they may be the remnants of the old world meeting the "new". - L.M. "Cymbeline" Here are William Shakespeare's thoughts on this earthly visit
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Bonfires dot the rolling hills Figures dance around and around To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness Moving to the pagan sound. Somewhere in a
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O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand And the more I think on you the more I think long If I had you now as I had once before All the lords in
Wherein the deep night sky The stars lie in its embrace The courtyard still in its sleep And peace comes over your face. "Come to me," it sings "Hear
Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Golden lads and
On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many
The thundering waves are calling me home to you The pounding sea is calling me home to you On a dark new year's night On the west coast of Clare I heard
Alas my love you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you oh so long Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was my delight,
Let all that are to mirth inclined Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done In sending his beloved Son For to redeem our souls
Oversættelse: McKennitt, Loreena. Lad alle, der skal Skrå Mirth.
: Let all that are to mirth inclined Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done In sending his beloved Son For to redeem our souls
