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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... Till hit fell upon a day , My lufly lady seid to me : " Busk the , Thomas , for thu must gon ; For here no longer mayst thu be ; Hye the fast , with mode and mone ; — I shall the bryng to the Eldyn tre . " Would it not be pardonable ...
... Till hit fell upon a day , My lufly lady seid to me : " Busk the , Thomas , for thu must gon ; For here no longer mayst thu be ; Hye the fast , with mode and mone ; — I shall the bryng to the Eldyn tre . " Would it not be pardonable ...
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... till his knee ; “ All hail , thou mighty queen of heaven ! For your like on earth I never did see . " " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she says , " That name does not belong to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland , And I am come here ...
... till his knee ; “ All hail , thou mighty queen of heaven ! For your like on earth I never did see . " " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she says , " That name does not belong to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland , And I am come here ...
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... roaring of the sea . He's gotten a coat o ' the even cloth , And a pair of shoes of velvet green ; And till seven years were past and gone , True Thomas on earth was never seen . TRUE THOMAS , AND THE QUEEN OF ELFLAND . " 10.
... roaring of the sea . He's gotten a coat o ' the even cloth , And a pair of shoes of velvet green ; And till seven years were past and gone , True Thomas on earth was never seen . TRUE THOMAS , AND THE QUEEN OF ELFLAND . " 10.
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... till domisday , All with my tong to know and se , ‡ Sertenly alle hir aray Shall hit never be scryed for me . " Hir palfray was of dappul gray ; Like on se I never non ; As dose the sonne on somers day , The cumly lady hir self schone ...
... till domisday , All with my tong to know and se , ‡ Sertenly alle hir aray Shall hit never be scryed for me . " Hir palfray was of dappul gray ; Like on se I never non ; As dose the sonne on somers day , The cumly lady hir self schone ...
Стр. 19
... till his kne . " In MS , Cott , it is , - “ She ledde hym furth with all her myzt , Undir nethe the derne lee ; Wher it was as derke as at mydnyzt , And evyr in water unto the kne . ” These readings , perhaps , do away the observation ...
... till his kne . " In MS , Cott , it is , - “ She ledde hym furth with all her myzt , Undir nethe the derne lee ; Wher it was as derke as at mydnyzt , And evyr in water unto the kne . ” These readings , perhaps , do away the observation ...
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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.
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