The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 sidor |
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Sida 1
... lives and safety es all : A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy - Chace befall . To drive the deere with hound and horne , Erle Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The hunting of that day . The stout Erle of ...
... lives and safety es all : A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy - Chace befall . To drive the deere with hound and horne , Erle Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The hunting of that day . The stout Erle of ...
Sida 6
... lives decaye : So that the pretty speeche they had , Made murtherers heart relent : And they that took the deede to do , Full sore they did repent . Yet one of them more hard of heart , Did vowe to do his charge , Because the wretch ...
... lives decaye : So that the pretty speeche they had , Made murtherers heart relent : And they that took the deede to do , Full sore they did repent . Yet one of them more hard of heart , Did vowe to do his charge , Because the wretch ...
Sida 20
... lives the Childe of Elle , A younge and comely knighte . The Childe of Elle to his garden went , And stood at his garden , pale , Whan , lo ! he beheld fair Emmelines page Come trippinge downe the dale . The Childe of Elle he hyed him ...
... lives the Childe of Elle , A younge and comely knighte . The Childe of Elle to his garden went , And stood at his garden , pale , Whan , lo ! he beheld fair Emmelines page Come trippinge downe the dale . The Childe of Elle he hyed him ...
Sida 26
... lives distressed : O heare me , ' quoth hee ; ' And grant me thy love , my pretty Bessee . ' ' Let me be thy husband , ' the merchant did say , C Thou shalt live in London both gallant and gay ; or worse , I waighe not true love by the ...
... lives distressed : O heare me , ' quoth hee ; ' And grant me thy love , my pretty Bessee . ' ' Let me be thy husband , ' the merchant did say , C Thou shalt live in London both gallant and gay ; or worse , I waighe not true love by the ...
Sida 29
... lives sholde betraye , Wee clothed ourselves in beggars arraye : Her jewelles shee solde , and hither came wee : All our comfort and care was our pretty Bessee . ' And here have wee lived in fortunes des- pite , Though poore , yett ...
... lives sholde betraye , Wee clothed ourselves in beggars arraye : Her jewelles shee solde , and hither came wee : All our comfort and care was our pretty Bessee . ' And here have wee lived in fortunes des- pite , Though poore , yett ...
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Sida 71 - 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...
Sida 71 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Sida 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Sida 34 - 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 61 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ; And how she wept and...
Sida viii - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Sida 150 - 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 bonny blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Sida 108 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
Sida 60 - 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.
Sida 34 - A' for the sake of their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.