The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1853 - 440 Seiten |
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... father left his little son , As plainlye doth appeare , When he to perfect age should come , Three hundred poundes a yeare . And to his little daughter Jane , Two hundred poundes in gold , To be paid downe on marriage - day , Which ...
... father left his little son , As plainlye doth appeare , When he to perfect age should come , Three hundred poundes a yeare . And to his little daughter Jane , Two hundred poundes in gold , To be paid downe on marriage - day , Which ...
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... father , King Henrie , and of Lady Rosamond , there interred . " Percy printed this ballad ; and also " Queen Eleanor's Confession , " " from an old copy , in which the queen described as confessing her numerous crimes to her husband ...
... father , King Henrie , and of Lady Rosamond , there interred . " Percy printed this ballad ; and also " Queen Eleanor's Confession , " " from an old copy , in which the queen described as confessing her numerous crimes to her husband ...
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... shee did beguile : For why , the kinges ungracious sonne , Whom he did high advance , Against his father raised warres Within the realme of France . 153 ARK ( 842 Fair Rosamond . But yet before. Franklin del , 24 Smith sc Fair Rosamond .
... shee did beguile : For why , the kinges ungracious sonne , Whom he did high advance , Against his father raised warres Within the realme of France . 153 ARK ( 842 Fair Rosamond . But yet before. Franklin del , 24 Smith sc Fair Rosamond .
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... father , and , as he refused to keep his vow , it was decreed that no -chief of his family should die in his bed for nine generations . Popular tradition con- tinues to point out the scene of the encounter . Stories of men and women ...
... father , and , as he refused to keep his vow , it was decreed that no -chief of his family should die in his bed for nine generations . Popular tradition con- tinues to point out the scene of the encounter . Stories of men and women ...
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... father I can never get mair . ' O she's ta'en out her handkerchief , It was o ' the holland sae fine , we can And aye she dighted her father's bloody wounds , That were redder than the wine . ' O chuse , O chuse , Lady Marg'ret , ' he ...
... father I can never get mair . ' O she's ta'en out her handkerchief , It was o ' the holland sae fine , we can And aye she dighted her father's bloody wounds , That were redder than the wine . ' O chuse , O chuse , Lady Marg'ret , ' he ...
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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.