The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1853 - 440 Seiten |
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... border feuds as that of Chevy - Chace were of frequent occurrence ; and although no authentic historical documents exist to determine precisely the period at which the " woeful hunting " actually occurred , there is no doubt that a ...
... border feuds as that of Chevy - Chace were of frequent occurrence ; and although no authentic historical documents exist to determine precisely the period at which the " woeful hunting " actually occurred , there is no doubt that a ...
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... Border Antiquities , " has pub- lished an engraving of the Banner of 66 Douglas , supposed to have been " borne at this encounter ; which we here copy ; as well as the Pennon of Percy , that had been previously " taken from him " by ...
... Border Antiquities , " has pub- lished an engraving of the Banner of 66 Douglas , supposed to have been " borne at this encounter ; which we here copy ; as well as the Pennon of Percy , that had been previously " taken from him " by ...
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... Border ; " it was communi- cated to Sir Walter Scott by Mr. William Laidlaw , by whom it was " taken down from recitation . " Mr. Motherwell , by whom it was reprinted in his valuable volume , " Minstrelsy , Ancient and Modern ...
... Border ; " it was communi- cated to Sir Walter Scott by Mr. William Laidlaw , by whom it was " taken down from recitation . " Mr. Motherwell , by whom it was reprinted in his valuable volume , " Minstrelsy , Ancient and Modern ...
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... Border ; " where it is given " chiefly " from " Mrs. Brown's MS . " with " corrections from a recited fragment ... borders , concerning huge and poisonous snakes , or " worms , " destroyed by gallant knights in the olden time . The manor ...
... Border ; " where it is given " chiefly " from " Mrs. Brown's MS . " with " corrections from a recited fragment ... borders , concerning huge and poisonous snakes , or " worms , " destroyed by gallant knights in the olden time . The manor ...
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... Border , " and also by Mr. Motherwell , from whose work we have extracted it ; although it there differs very little from the copy given by Sir Walter Scott " from two MS . copies collated with several verses recited by his friend ...
... Border , " and also by Mr. Motherwell , from whose work we have extracted it ; although it there differs very little from the copy given by Sir Walter Scott " from two MS . copies collated with several verses recited by his friend ...
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Seite 175 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Seite 176 - With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose, But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land.
Seite 178 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, she blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Seite 1 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Seite 423 - Where sail we gang and dine today?' ' — In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ' Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonnie blue een : Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Seite 267 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 211 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her; When, oh! too strong for human hand, The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Seite 267 - Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Seite 95 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And, if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Seite 389 - And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms Burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak' nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell lea.