The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and ModernW. Joy, 1829 - Всего страниц: 436 |
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... bower to hall , And as many gentle squires , To tend upon them all . The talents of gold were on her head set , Hanged low down to her knee , And every ring on her small finger Shone of the crystal free . Says , God you save , my dear ...
... bower to hall , And as many gentle squires , To tend upon them all . The talents of gold were on her head set , Hanged low down to her knee , And every ring on her small finger Shone of the crystal free . Says , God you save , my dear ...
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... bower , I trust in Christ for to slay this fiend , Tho ' he be stiff in stower . Go fetch him down the Eldridge sword , The king , he cried , with speed ; Now Heaven assist thee , courteous knight ! My daughter is thy meed . The giant ...
... bower , I trust in Christ for to slay this fiend , Tho ' he be stiff in stower . Go fetch him down the Eldridge sword , The king , he cried , with speed ; Now Heaven assist thee , courteous knight ! My daughter is thy meed . The giant ...
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... bower nor hall . He would have lain by our comely Queen , Her dear worship to betray : Our queen she was a good woman , And evermore said him nay . Sir Aldingar was wroth in his mind , — With her he was never content , Till traitorous ...
... bower nor hall . He would have lain by our comely Queen , Her dear worship to betray : Our queen she was a good woman , And evermore said him nay . Sir Aldingar was wroth in his mind , — With her he was never content , Till traitorous ...
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... of blee . And there with him Queen Guenever , That bride so bright in bower , And all his barons about him stood , That were both stiff and stower . The king a royal Christmass kept , With mirth and Marriage of Sir Gawaine.
... of blee . And there with him Queen Guenever , That bride so bright in bower , And all his barons about him stood , That were both stiff and stower . The king a royal Christmass kept , With mirth and Marriage of Sir Gawaine.
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... bower he bare my love , And sore misused me . * Tearn ( i . e . lake ) Wadling is a small lake , near Hesketh in Cumberland , on the road from Penrith to Carlisle . It is reported that the remains of au old castle , near the lake , were ...
... bower he bare my love , And sore misused me . * Tearn ( i . e . lake ) Wadling is a small lake , near Hesketh in Cumberland , on the road from Penrith to Carlisle . It is reported that the remains of au old castle , near the lake , were ...
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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.