The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and ModernW. Joy, 1829 - Всего страниц: 436 |
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... blow : Who never spoke more words than these : Fight on , my merry men all ; For why ? my life is at an end : Lord Percy sees my fall . † Then leaving life , Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand : And said , Earl Douglas , for thy ...
... blow : Who never spoke more words than these : Fight on , my merry men all ; For why ? my life is at an end : Lord Percy sees my fall . † Then leaving life , Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand : And said , Earl Douglas , for thy ...
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... blow , Over the bents so brown ; Quoth he , if cryance † come to my heart , I am far from any good town . And soon he spied on the moors so broad , A furious wight , and fell ; A lady bright his bridle led , Clad in a fair kirtle . And ...
... blow , Over the bents so brown ; Quoth he , if cryance † come to my heart , I am far from any good town . And soon he spied on the moors so broad , A furious wight , and fell ; A lady bright his bridle led , Clad in a fair kirtle . And ...
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... blow . Then grimly died Sir Mordred , Presently upon that tree , And bloody streams came from the king , Ere to the duke returned he . Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake , - Sir knight thou hast been faithful tried Now take my sword ...
... blow . Then grimly died Sir Mordred , Presently upon that tree , And bloody streams came from the king , Ere to the duke returned he . Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake , - Sir knight thou hast been faithful tried Now take my sword ...
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... blow , That beheard the sheriff of Nottingham , As he leaned under a lowe . * Hearken ! hearken ! said the sheriff , I hear now tidings good , For yonder I hear Sir Guy's horn blow , And he hath slain Robin Hood . Yonder I hear Sir ...
... blow , That beheard the sheriff of Nottingham , As he leaned under a lowe . * Hearken ! hearken ! said the sheriff , I hear now tidings good , For yonder I hear Sir Guy's horn blow , And he hath slain Robin Hood . Yonder I hear Sir ...
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... knees , Of the friar to beg a boon . A boon ! a boon ! thou Curtal Friar , I beg it on my knee ; Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth , And to blow blasts three . That I will do , said the Curtal Friar , THE CURTAL FRIAR . 101.
... knees , Of the friar to beg a boon . A boon ! a boon ! thou Curtal Friar , I beg it on my knee ; Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth , And to blow blasts three . That I will do , said the Curtal Friar , THE CURTAL FRIAR . 101.
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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.