The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1853 - 440 sidor |
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Sida 8
... knight , That ever I did see . ' ' Noe , Douglas , ' quoth Erle Percy then , 6 Thy proffer I doe scorne ; I will not yeelde to any Scott , That ever yett was borne . ' With that , there came an arrow keene Out of an English bow , Which ...
... knight , That ever I did see . ' ' Noe , Douglas , ' quoth Erle Percy then , 6 Thy proffer I doe scorne ; I will not yeelde to any Scott , That ever yett was borne . ' With that , there came an arrow keene Out of an English bow , Which ...
Sida 9
... knight Mischance did never take . ' A knight amongst the Scotts there was , Which saw Erle Douglas dye , Who streight in wrath did vow revenge Upon the Erle Percy : Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd , Who , with a spere full bright ...
... knight Mischance did never take . ' A knight amongst the Scotts there was , Which saw Erle Douglas dye , Who streight in wrath did vow revenge Upon the Erle Percy : Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd , Who , with a spere full bright ...
Sida 10
... knights of good account , Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slaine , Whose prowesse did surmount . For Witherington my heart is woe , That ever he slaine shold be : For when his legs were hewn in two He knelt and fought on his knee . * And ...
... knights of good account , Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slaine , Whose prowesse did surmount . For Witherington my heart is woe , That ever he slaine shold be : For when his legs were hewn in two He knelt and fought on his knee . * And ...
Sida 12
... knights were slayne , With lords of high renowne : And of the rest , of small account , Did many hundreds dye . Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy - Chase , Made by the Erle Percy . God save the king , and bless this land With plentye ...
... knights were slayne , With lords of high renowne : And of the rest , of small account , Did many hundreds dye . Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy - Chase , Made by the Erle Percy . God save the king , and bless this land With plentye ...
Sida 22
... knights of Salisbury as they rid on the road ; " King Harry , who chanced to be by , overheard the conversation , and “ writ three letters sealed with gold , " which he charged young Clifford to deliver into the maiden's hands . The ...
... knights of Salisbury as they rid on the road ; " King Harry , who chanced to be by , overheard the conversation , and “ writ three letters sealed with gold , " which he charged young Clifford to deliver into the maiden's hands . The ...
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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.