The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1853 - 440 sidor |
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... slain fighting with a Percy , was that of Otterbourne- the theme of several ballads , both of England and Scotland . This occurred in 1388 , during the reign of Richard the Second ; and there are some reasons for supposing it to have ...
... slain fighting with a Percy , was that of Otterbourne- the theme of several ballads , both of England and Scotland . This occurred in 1388 , during the reign of Richard the Second ; and there are some reasons for supposing it to have ...
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... slain ; " an adjoining burn is averred to have been the stream " at which the lovers stopped to drink , ” — The spring that ran so clear ; And the chapel of St. Mary , referred to in the ballad , is believed to have been actually the ...
... slain ; " an adjoining burn is averred to have been the stream " at which the lovers stopped to drink , ” — The spring that ran so clear ; And the chapel of St. Mary , referred to in the ballad , is believed to have been actually the ...
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... slain thee , Child of Elle , And seene thy deare hearts bloode . ' ' O ladye , wert thou in thy saddle sette , And a little space him fro , I would not care for thy cruel father , Nor the worst that he could doe . O ladye , wert thou in ...
... slain thee , Child of Elle , And seene thy deare hearts bloode . ' ' O ladye , wert thou in thy saddle sette , And a little space him fro , I would not care for thy cruel father , Nor the worst that he could doe . O ladye , wert thou in ...
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... slain at the head of the barons , his eldest son , Henry , fell by his side , and , in consequence of that defeat , his whole family sunk for ever , the King bestowing their great honours and possessions on his second son , Edmund ...
... slain at the head of the barons , his eldest son , Henry , fell by his side , and , in consequence of that defeat , his whole family sunk for ever , the King bestowing their great honours and possessions on his second son , Edmund ...
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... slain by me . ' Mr. Motherwell asserts that the ballad is founded on facts which occurred at some remote period of Scottish history ; and points out the several localities to which reference is made . The " siller cup and mazer dish ...
... slain by me . ' Mr. Motherwell asserts that the ballad is founded on facts which occurred at some remote period of Scottish history ; and points out the several localities to which reference is made . The " siller cup and mazer dish ...
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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.