On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small,
All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with hoop and ball
Now they frolic hand in hand, Making many a merry chain;
Then they form a warlike band, Marching o'er ...
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells
To welcome the spring;
O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing
That summer sun, whose genial
Now cheers my drooping spirit
Must cold and distant be,
And only light our northern
I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along Into a leafy wood where is no throng Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield Their music to the moon
The place is sealed,
An unclaimed so...
Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her
Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier
Who passes in the sunlight By ways that know the light footfall
Who passes in the sweet sunlight With mien so virginal
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old
Of right choice food are his meals,
I ween, In his cell so lone and cold
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim: And the mouldering...
ON the cheerful village green,
Skirted round with houses small,
All the boys and girls are seen,
Playing there with hoop and ball
RE is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all
We may not know, we cannot tell What pains he had to bear, But we believe it was for us He hung and suffer’d there
He died that ...
Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me