The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1853 - 440 sidor |
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... ancient dress , - " The garb our Muses wore in former years . " He did not , however , consider it expedient to follow any chrono- logical order ; to have done so , with accuracy , would have been indeed impossible , for there are few ...
... ancient dress , - " The garb our Muses wore in former years . " He did not , however , consider it expedient to follow any chrono- logical order ; to have done so , with accuracy , would have been indeed impossible , for there are few ...
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... ancient , and not to the comparatively modern , ballad ; yet Mr. Addison , quoting the - great authority , applies it to the latter , an error that did not escape the pene- tration of Dr. Percy , who printed both ; -the more ancient ...
... ancient , and not to the comparatively modern , ballad ; yet Mr. Addison , quoting the - great authority , applies it to the latter , an error that did not escape the pene- tration of Dr. Percy , who printed both ; -the more ancient ...
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... although the death of Witherington , as described in the ancient copy , is exquisitely touching , in the modern version it 66 never fails to excite ridicule . " And the Lord Maxwell in like case Did with Erle. 10 Cheby - Chace .
... although the death of Witherington , as described in the ancient copy , is exquisitely touching , in the modern version it 66 never fails to excite ridicule . " And the Lord Maxwell in like case Did with Erle. 10 Cheby - Chace .
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... ancient edition , - from a black - letter copy in the Pepys ' collection , where its title , at large , is , " The Children in the Wood ; or , The Norfolk Gentleman's Last Will and Testament , to the tune of Rogero . " This tune of ...
... ancient edition , - from a black - letter copy in the Pepys ' collection , where its title , at large , is , " The Children in the Wood ; or , The Norfolk Gentleman's Last Will and Testament , to the tune of Rogero . " This tune of ...
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... Ancient and Modern , " of William Motherwell , by whom it was " re- covered from recitation . " The ballad was recited or sung to the following air : - Of this ballad , there are two copies in the folio collection at the British Museum ...
... Ancient and Modern , " of William Motherwell , by whom it was " re- covered from recitation . " The ballad was recited or sung to the following air : - Of this ballad , there are two copies in the folio collection at the British Museum ...
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Aldingar Allan Cunningham ancient arms babe ballad beautiful bold bonny Border bower bride brother Buchan's castle cheek Colonsay composition copy daughter dead dear death English Erle Estmere eyes fair Annet Fair Annie father Fause Foodrage fayre fell fight frae gallant gane gold gude hame hand hast hath heart heire of Linne John King King Arthur King Estmere kiss knee knight lady ladye land Lord Thomas lover maid mair Minstrelsy mother Motherwell ne'er never noble o'er old ballad Percy poem pretty Bessee printed queene quoth Reliques Ritson Robin Hood rose sall sayd sayes Scotland Scottish Scottish Border shee shold Sir Aldingar Sir Cauline Sir Walter Scott slain song Soulis stanzas steed story sweet sword tear thee thou tree true love TWA BROTHERS unto verse weel wode wold wyll Yarrow
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Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 1 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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
Sida 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.