Ballad and Epic: A Study in the Development of the Narrative Art

Ginn, 1907 - 315 ページ

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55 ページ - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!
218 ページ - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
42 ページ - THERE was twa sisters in a bowr, Edinburgh, Edinburgh There was twa sisters in a bowr, Stirling for ay There was twa sisters in a bowr, There came a knight to be their wooer. Bonny Saint Johnston stands upon Tay » 2 He courted the eldest wi glove an ring, But he lovd the youngest above a* thing.
36 ページ - It begins in the fifth act of the play. You may read it twothirds through without guessing what it is about ; and yet, when you come to the end, it is impossible not to understand the whole story.
43 ページ - OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man! " " O yes! I am poisond; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.
84 ページ - There he drew out a fayr brode arrowe ; Hys bowe was great and longe ; He set that arrowe in his bowe, That was both styffe and stronge ; He prayed the people that was there, That they would styll stande : 640 For he that shooteth for such a wager, Behoueth a stedfast hand.
57 ページ - You crave one kiss of my claycold lips; But my breath smells earthy strong; If you have one kiss of my claycold lips, Your time will not be long. " 'Tis down in yonder garden green, Love, where we used to walk, The finest flower that ere was seen Is withered to a stalk. "The stalk is withered dry, my love, So will our hearts decay; So make yourself content, my love, Till God calls you away.
22 ページ - Hoch bäumte sich, wild schnob der Rapp' Und sprühte Feuerfunken; Und hui war's unter ihr hinab Verschwunden und versunken. Geheul, Geheul aus hoher Luft, Gewinsel kam aus tiefer Gruft. Lenorens Herz, mit Beben, Rang zwischen Tod und Leben. Nun tanzten wohl bei Mondenglanz, Rundum herum im Kreise, Die Geister einen Kettentanz Und heulten diese Weise: »Geduld!
23 ページ - First she let the black pass by, And syne she let the brown; But quickly she ran to the milk-white steed, And pu'd the rider down.
161 ページ - Etrurian shades High over-arched embower ; or scattered sedge Afloat, when with fierce winds Orion armed Hath vexed the Red-Sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry...