Popular Ballads and Songs: From Tradition, Manuscripts and Scarce Editions; with Translations of Similar Pieces from the Ancient Danish Language, and a Few Originals by the Editor, Том 2A. Constable and Company, 1806 - Всего страниц: 409 |
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... his own Heart , Lizie Lindsay , Captain Wedderburn's Courtship , The Gude Wallace , Sweet Willie of Liddesdale , Alison Gross , Lady Elspat ,. • · · · 154 166 178 · 187 191 King Henry , Rosmer Hafmand , . . News from.
... his own Heart , Lizie Lindsay , Captain Wedderburn's Courtship , The Gude Wallace , Sweet Willie of Liddesdale , Alison Gross , Lady Elspat ,. • · · · 154 166 178 · 187 191 King Henry , Rosmer Hafmand , . . News from.
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... heart , 5. Eyes , look off , there's no beholding ,. 6. When my heart seems most engaged , 7. Silly boye , ' tis full moone yet , . • S. No more , Clorendy , shall thy charms , 9. Go thy waie , since thou wilt goe ,. 10. " Tis not how ...
... heart , 5. Eyes , look off , there's no beholding ,. 6. When my heart seems most engaged , 7. Silly boye , ' tis full moone yet , . • S. No more , Clorendy , shall thy charms , 9. Go thy waie , since thou wilt goe ,. 10. " Tis not how ...
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... heart , . 5. Eyes , look off , there's no beholding , 6. When my heart seems most engaged , 7. Silly boye , ' tis full moone yet , . 8. No more , Clorendy , shall thy charms , . 9. Go thy waie , since thou wilt goe , . 10. ' Tis not how ...
... heart , . 5. Eyes , look off , there's no beholding , 6. When my heart seems most engaged , 7. Silly boye , ' tis full moone yet , . 8. No more , Clorendy , shall thy charms , . 9. Go thy waie , since thou wilt goe , . 10. ' Tis not how ...
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... heart will breke * in thre ; But I will go with alle my myght Hir to mete at Eldryn tre . ” Thomas sadly + up he rase , And ran over that mounteyne hye ; And certenly , as the story sayes , He hir mette at Eldryn tre . * MS . Linc ...
... heart will breke * in thre ; But I will go with alle my myght Hir to mete at Eldryn tre . ” Thomas sadly + up he rase , And ran over that mounteyne hye ; And certenly , as the story sayes , He hir mette at Eldryn tre . * MS . Linc ...
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... heart's delight . " He breasts a warriour's steed ; " i . e . He rides the great horse . The gradations marked in the description of the em- ployments of the seven sons , will be found to be perfectly cor- rect , and consistent with the ...
... heart's delight . " He breasts a warriour's steed ; " i . e . He rides the great horse . The gradations marked in the description of the em- ployments of the seven sons , will be found to be perfectly cor- rect , and consistent with the ...
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Стр. 240 - THERE were three Kings into the east, Three Kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the...
Стр. 274 - Though other purses be more fat, Why should we pine or grieve at that ? Hang sorrow ! care will kill a cat, And therefore let's be merry. Hark ! how the wags abroad do call Each other forth to rambling : Anon you'll see them in the hall For nuts and apples scrambling. Hark ! how the roofs with laughter sound ! Anon they'll think the house goes round : For they the cellar's depth have found, And there they will be merry. The wenches with their...
Стр. 9 - So thick beset with thorns and briers ? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. " And see ye not that braid, braid road, That lies across that lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to Heaven.
Стр. 124 - When the porter came his lord before, He kneeled down low on his knee: "What aileth thee, my proud porter, Thou art so full of courtesie?" "I've been porter at your gates, It's thirty long years now and three; But there stands a lady at them now, The like o...
Стр. 123 - I wish I were in my own countrie." And she has ta'en her gay gold ring, That with her love she brake so free ; Says, " Gi'e him that, ye proud porter, And bid the bridegroom speak to me.
Стр. 350 - Are up, and gotten lear, They'll help to gar the boatie row, And lighten a' our care. The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows fu' weel ; And lightsome be her heart that bears The murlain and the creel.
Стр. 155 - THERE was a lady of the North Country, Lay the bent to the bonny broom And she had lovely daughters three. Fa la la la, fa la la la ra re 2 There was a knight of noble worth Which also lived in the North.
Стр. 272 - Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if for cold it hap to die, We'll bury't in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry.
Стр. 273 - Drab and dice their lands away, Which may be ours another day ; And therefore let's be merry. The client now his suit forbears, The prisoner's heart is eased. The debtor drinks away his cares, And for the time is pleased. Though others...
Стр. 275 - And twenty other gambols mo, Because they will be merry. Then wherefore in these merry days Should we, I pray, be duller .' No, let us sing some roundelays, To make our mirth the fuller. And...