The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 Seiten |
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... hast fulfilled thy promise aright . ' ' Then marry , ' quoth he , ' my girle to the knight ; And heere , ' quoth he , ' I will now throwe you downe A hundred pounds more to buy her a gowne . ' been slaine . This fray being ended , then ...
... hast fulfilled thy promise aright . ' ' Then marry , ' quoth he , ' my girle to the knight ; And heere , ' quoth he , ' I will now throwe you downe A hundred pounds more to buy her a gowne . ' been slaine . This fray being ended , then ...
Seite 43
... hast , As far as thou art able , Done great despite and shame unto The knights of the Round Table . ' If thou art of the Table Round , Quoth Tarquine speedilye , Both thee and all thy fellowship I utterly defye . ' That's over much ...
... hast , As far as thou art able , Done great despite and shame unto The knights of the Round Table . ' If thou art of the Table Round , Quoth Tarquine speedilye , Both thee and all thy fellowship I utterly defye . ' That's over much ...
Seite 45
... hast been faithfull tryde , Now take my sword Excalibar , That hangs so freely by my syde : O take my sword Excalibar , And there into the river throw ; For here , henceforth , beneath this tree , All KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 45.
... hast been faithfull tryde , Now take my sword Excalibar , That hangs so freely by my syde : O take my sword Excalibar , And there into the river throw ; For here , henceforth , beneath this tree , All KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 45.
Seite 46
... hast thou dealt deceitfully : Alack , whom may we ever trust , When such a knight so false can be ? ' Say , wouldst thou have thy master dead , All for a sword that wins thine eye ? Now go again , and throw it in , Or here the one of us ...
... hast thou dealt deceitfully : Alack , whom may we ever trust , When such a knight so false can be ? ' Say , wouldst thou have thy master dead , All for a sword that wins thine eye ? Now go again , and throw it in , Or here the one of us ...
Seite 48
... hast spent thine all , And brought thyself to penurie ? • All this my boding mind misgave , I therefore left this trustye friend : Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace , And all thy shame and sorrowes end . ' ' Nowe well - a - day ...
... hast spent thine all , And brought thyself to penurie ? • All this my boding mind misgave , I therefore left this trustye friend : Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace , And all thy shame and sorrowes end . ' ' Nowe well - a - day ...
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Seite 71 - 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...
Seite 71 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Seite 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Seite 34 - 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 61 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ; And how she wept and...
Seite viii - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 150 - 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 bonny blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Seite 108 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
Seite 60 - 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.
Seite 34 - A' for the sake of their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.