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105 ページ - That name does not belang to me; I am but the Queen of fair elfland, That am hither come to visit thee." "Harp and carp, Thomas," she said; " Harp and carp along wi me; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be.
104 ページ - TRUE THOMAS lay on Huntlie bank ; A ferlie he spied wi' his ee ; And there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
107 ページ - He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, And a pair of shoes of velvet green ; And, till seven years were gane and past, True Thomas on earth was never seen.
134 ページ - The bold baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale — "The grave is deep and dark — and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. "Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago by some secret foe That gay gallant was slain.
105 ページ - She mounted on her milk-white steed ; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind : And aye, whene'er her bridle rung, The steed flew swifter than the wind.
51 ページ - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
131 ページ - He held him close and still ; And he whistled thrice for his little footpage, His name was English Will. " Come thou hither, my little footpage ; Come hither to my knee ; Though thou art young and tender of age, I think thou art true to me. " Come, tell me all that thou hast seen, And look thou tell me true ! Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been, What did thy lady do?
133 ページ - Then changed, I trow, was that bold Baron's brow, From the dark to the blood-red high ; " Now, tell me the mien of the knight thou hast seen, For, by Mary, he shall die ! " — " His arms shone full bright, in the beacon's red light; His plume it was scarlet and blue ; On his shield was a hound, in a silver leash bound, And his crest was a branch of the yew.