The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1853 - 440 sidor |
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... light . * They closed full fast on everye side , Noe slacknes there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground . The four preceding stanzas , taken chiefly from the old ballad , were introduced by Dr. Percy , in ...
... light . * They closed full fast on everye side , Noe slacknes there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground . The four preceding stanzas , taken chiefly from the old ballad , were introduced by Dr. Percy , in ...
Sida 15
... In time brought forth to light . A gentleman of good account In Norfolke dwelt of late , Whose wealth and riches did surmount Most men of his estate . Sore sicke he was , and like to dye ,. Herbert , AR.A. del . Green sc .
... In time brought forth to light . A gentleman of good account In Norfolke dwelt of late , Whose wealth and riches did surmount Most men of his estate . Sore sicke he was , and like to dye ,. Herbert , AR.A. del . Green sc .
Sida 23
... Her crisped lockes like threads of golde Appeard to each mans sight ; Her sparkling eyes , like Orient pearles , Did cast a heavenlye light . SMITH L 342 The blood within her chrystal cheekes Did. J. Franklin del . T. Williams sc .
... Her crisped lockes like threads of golde Appeard to each mans sight ; Her sparkling eyes , like Orient pearles , Did cast a heavenlye light . SMITH L 342 The blood within her chrystal cheekes Did. J. Franklin del . T. Williams sc .
Sida 56
... light her on , Than ever fell on vile woman ; Her hair shall grow rough , And her teeth grow lang , And on her four feet shall she gang . None shall take pity her upon ; In Wormeswood she aye shall wan ; And relieved shall she never be ...
... light her on , Than ever fell on vile woman ; Her hair shall grow rough , And her teeth grow lang , And on her four feet shall she gang . None shall take pity her upon ; In Wormeswood she aye shall wan ; And relieved shall she never be ...
Sida 57
... Light down , light down , Lady Marg❜ret , ' he said , And hold my steed in your hand , Until that against your seven brethren bold And your father I make a stand . ' She held his steed in her milk - white hand , And never shed one tear ...
... Light down , light down , Lady Marg❜ret , ' he said , And hold my steed in your hand , Until that against your seven brethren bold And your father I make a stand . ' She held his steed in her milk - white hand , And never shed one tear ...
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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.