The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and ModernW. Joy, 1829 - 436 Seiten |
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... Merry sung the Monks within Ely , When Cnut the King rowed thereby . { * " " ' Row , ye Knights , near the land ( along ) , And hear we these Monks ' song . " ED . The following is said by Mr. Ritson to be the most ancient English song ...
... Merry sung the Monks within Ely , When Cnut the King rowed thereby . { * " " ' Row , ye Knights , near the land ( along ) , And hear we these Monks ' song . " ED . The following is said by Mr. Ritson to be the most ancient English song ...
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... Merry sing , cuckoo ! -Cuckoo , cuckoo ! - Well sing'st thou , cuckoo ! Nor swik thou never now . ED . * i . e . Come . + " Goes to harbour in the fern . " . RITSON . Perhaps from vert , green . - ED . Be silent . CHEVY - CHASE . I ...
... Merry sing , cuckoo ! -Cuckoo , cuckoo ! - Well sing'st thou , cuckoo ! Nor swik thou never now . ED . * i . e . Come . + " Goes to harbour in the fern . " . RITSON . Perhaps from vert , green . - ED . Be silent . CHEVY - CHASE . I ...
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... merry men all ; For why ? my life is at an end : Lord Percy sees my fall . † Then leaving life , Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand : And said , Earl Douglas , for thy life Would I had lost my land ! * " Æneas was wounded after ...
... merry men all ; For why ? my life is at an end : Lord Percy sees my fall . † Then leaving life , Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand : And said , Earl Douglas , for thy life Would I had lost my land ! * " Æneas was wounded after ...
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... merry England , Where we might find a messenger , Betwixt us two to send . Says , you shall ride yourself , brother , I'll bear your company ; Many through false messengers are deceived , And I fear lest so should we . Thus they renisht ...
... merry England , Where we might find a messenger , Betwixt us two to send . Says , you shall ride yourself , brother , I'll bear your company ; Many through false messengers are deceived , And I fear lest so should we . Thus they renisht ...
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... flee . King Estmere took that fair lady , And married to his wife , And brought her home to merry England , With her to lead his life . * Quickly , immediately . SIR CAULINE . An old romantic legend , of which KING ESTMERE . 35 On Music.
... flee . King Estmere took that fair lady , And married to his wife , And brought her home to merry England , With her to lead his life . * Quickly , immediately . SIR CAULINE . An old romantic legend , of which KING ESTMERE . 35 On Music.
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The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and ... John Docwra Parry Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1829 |
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Aldingar ancient arms arrow ballad baron bells bespake Billy Blin blood bold Robin bonny bower brave breast bright Carlisle castle castle cheek cheer cried Curtal Curtal Friar dame daughter dead dear doth Earl eyes fair lady fast father fear fell fight gallant gentle gold gone grace Guenever hall hand hast hath heart Henry hill holy King Arthur King Estmere kiss knee Lady Elspat lady fair lady's land little John loathly lady look Lord loud maid maiden merrily merry mickle ne'er never noble o'er Percy pinnace Queen quoth Red-cross Knight Ritson Robin Hood ROBIN HOOD'S CHASE rode Scotland Scots ship sighed Sir Aldingar Sir Andrew Sir Cauline Sir Gawaine Sir Kay slain soon sore sorrow spear steed sweet sword tears tell thee thou art thou shalt took tree true love unto ween wight young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 339 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Seite 342 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Seite 435 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Seite 413 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they,
Seite 345 - Twas Edwin's self that pressed ! "Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Seite 223 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 358 - 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, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Seite 403 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be, Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean.
Seite 360 - It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life ; And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law ; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon humour, than advis'd respect.
Seite 16 - I'll fight with heart and hand.' Our English archers bent their bows, Their hearts were good and true ; At the first flight of arrows sent Full fourscore Scots they slew.