Quotes about carol (16 Quotes)



    Words From an Old Spanish Carol Shall I tell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas Morn, who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new-born One small fish from the river, with scales of red, red gold, one wild bee from the heather, one grey lamb from the fold, one ox from the high pasture, one black bull from the herd, one goading from the far hills, one white, white bird. And many children God give them grace, bringing tall candles to light Mary's face. Shall I fell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas Morn, who will kneel them gently dowr before the Lord, new-born.

    When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you sit alone with your thoughts, While the chimes ring out with a carol gay For the joy that the day has brought, Do you think what the end of a perfect day Can mean to a tired heart, When the sun goes down with a flaming ray, And the dear friends have to part Well, this is the end of a perfect day, Near the end of a journey, too But it leaves a thought that is big and strong, With a wish that is kind and true. For memory has painted this perfect day With colours that never fade, And we find, at the end of a perfect day, The soul of a friend we've made.

    So many people know Rick. He has had an incredible impact on so many children. It is just huge. His speech is coming back, his movement is coming back and everyone is very hopeful. Carol said she knows it will be a long road ahead and is so appreciative of the support. And the Web site is so good because it allows everyone to feel connected.



    A last-minute replacement for a regular dealer who was unable to be there, The Dog and Pony Show, operated by Carol Brown, came from Walpole, N. H. We are less than an hour away, and were able to put things together quickly, ... It was a pleasure to be a part of the Bromley Mountain Show. I found it to be a very friendly show - dealers and visitors alike. The lodge is an attractive, atmospheric venue the setting beautiful. Saturday was busy and sales brisk all around. I sold a variety of pieces - furniture, paintings and prints, some smalls and quite a few of my English horse brasses over the two days, and although Sunday, with four shows going on close by, was quieter, there was still a nice crowd. I actually had some repeat business Monday at my Walpole shop.

    (The film) came with the idea that (my sister and I) would adapt the stories of Joyce Carol Oates. I had read three different short stories of hers. And so what I wanted to do was to find a way to link all of her stories together. It ended up definitely being an adaptation, but also our own sort of overall story. We were just trying to imagine the life of that character.


    My father, Beecham confided, came to me one Christmas and said, 'Look, here, my lad, I've been spendin' a lot o' brass on your musical education, and now Ah wants you to help me.' (Every year Beecham's Pills produced a Christmas Carol Annual). 'Now Tom,' continued my father, 'I want you to go through the Annual and alter some of th' verses so as to promote th' business.' Thomas retired to his study and came up with the following Hark the herald angels sing Beecham's Pills are just the thing, Two for a woman one for a child.... Peace on Earth and mercy mild These sentiments, Beecham related, especially the ellipsis, seem to me admirably to express the rapture which is occasioned by a good effortless release.

    Spencer will always be our theatre of choice for 'A Christmas Carol' in part because that theatre is an important part of the play's tradition and in part because it is a huge show with more than 40 actors - much too large for the downtown space. Of course, Spencer is the only option for larger musicals, plays with more than five or six actors, and productions with more complicated set changes.


    Christmas Carol The kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats were brown and old They brought Him little new-born lambs They had not any gold. The wise men came from out the east, And they were wrapped in white The star that led them all the way Did glorify the night. The angels came from heaven high, And they were clad with wings And lo, they brought a joyful song The host of heaven sings. The kings they knocked upon the door, The wise men entered in, The shepherds followed after them To hear the song begin. The angels sang through all the night Until the rising sun, But little Jesus fell asleep Before the song was done.



    Even in life Sinclair Lewis was fully alive only in his writing. He lives in public libraries from Maine to California, in worn copies in the bookshelves of women from small towns who, in their girlhood, imagined themselves as Carol Kennicotts. . .




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