The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and ModernW. Joy, 1829 - Всего страниц: 436 |
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... curious old monument , which remains to this day . + In one literal translation , this is rendered " banners . " The Saxon answers to the English " lad . " -Since o'er the fields at morning tide The greater Light 2 SAXON ODE .
... curious old monument , which remains to this day . + In one literal translation , this is rendered " banners . " The Saxon answers to the English " lad . " -Since o'er the fields at morning tide The greater Light 2 SAXON ODE .
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... answer make , Was noble Percy he ; Who said , We list + not to declare , Nor shew whose men we be . Yet will we spend our dearest blood , Thy chiefest harts to slay . Norhamshire , from Norham town and castle ; and Bamboroughshire ...
... answer make , Was noble Percy he ; Who said , We list + not to declare , Nor shew whose men we be . Yet will we spend our dearest blood , Thy chiefest harts to slay . Norhamshire , from Norham town and castle ; and Bamboroughshire ...
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... answers faithfully to the manners of the times . They had risen probably at three or four , and taken their breakfast soon after . The author of the later ballad is guilty of a flagrant oversight here , as he had before declared that it ...
... answers faithfully to the manners of the times . They had risen probably at three or four , and taken their breakfast soon after . The author of the later ballad is guilty of a flagrant oversight here , as he had before declared that it ...
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... answered him hastily , I know not that lady in any land , That's able to marry with me . King Adland hath a daughter , brother , Men call her bright and sheen , If I were king here in your stead , That lady should be my queen Says ...
... answered him hastily , I know not that lady in any land , That's able to marry with me . King Adland hath a daughter , brother , Men call her bright and sheen , If I were king here in your stead , That lady should be my queen Says ...
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... answered him a courteous knight , And fast his hands ' gan wring , Sir Cauline is sick , and like to die , Without a good leeching . Fetch me down my daughter dear , She is a leech † full fine , + Go take him dough , and the baken bread ...
... answered him a courteous knight , And fast his hands ' gan wring , Sir Cauline is sick , and like to die , Without a good leeching . Fetch me down my daughter dear , She is a leech † full fine , + Go take him dough , and the baken bread ...
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The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and ... John Docwra Parry Недоступно для просмотра - 1829 |
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Aldingar ancient arms arrow ballad baron bells bespake Billy Blin blood bold Robin bonny bower brave breast bright Carlisle castle castle cheek cheer cried Curtal Curtal Friar dame daughter dead dear doth Earl eyes fair lady fast father fear fell fight gallant gentle gold gone grace Guenever hall hand hast hath heart Henry hill holy King Arthur King Estmere kiss knee Lady Elspat lady fair lady's land little John loathly lady look Lord loud maid maiden merrily merry mickle ne'er never noble o'er Percy pinnace Queen quoth Red-cross Knight Ritson Robin Hood ROBIN HOOD'S CHASE rode Scotland Scots ship sighed Sir Aldingar Sir Andrew Sir Cauline Sir Gawaine Sir Kay slain soon sore sorrow spear steed sweet sword tears tell thee thou art thou shalt took tree true love unto ween wight young youth
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Стр. 339 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Стр. 342 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Стр. 435 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Стр. 413 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they,
Стр. 345 - Twas Edwin's self that pressed ! "Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Стр. 223 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Стр. 358 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Стр. 403 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be, Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean.
Стр. 360 - It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life ; And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law ; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon humour, than advis'd respect.
Стр. 16 - I'll fight with heart and hand.' Our English archers bent their bows, Their hearts were good and true ; At the first flight of arrows sent Full fourscore Scots they slew.