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27 ページ - John I must wander alone : In thy bower I may not be.' — " ' Now, out on thee, fainthearted Knight ! Thou shouldst not say me nay ; For the eve is sweet, and when lovers meet, Is worth the whole summer's day. "'And...
28 ページ - 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. "•The varying light deceived thy sight, And the wild winds drowned the name ; For the Dryburgh bells ring, and the white monks do sing, For Sir Richard of Coldinghame!
73 ページ - 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." — "Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me." — Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree. "Now, ye maun go wi...
73 ページ - O no, O no, Thomas," she said, That name does not belang to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee.
117 ページ - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst...
111 ページ - tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud." "No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud." THE ERL-KING SPEAKS "O come and go with me, thou loveliest child; By many a gay sport shall thy time be beguiled; My mother keeps for thee full many a fair toy, And many a fine flower shall she pluck for my boy.
74 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. O they rade on, and farther on; The steed gaed swifter than the wind, Until they reached a desert wide.
25 ページ - My lady, each night, sought the lonely light, That burns on the wild Watchfold ; For from height to height, the beacons bright, Of the English foemen told.
76 ページ - ... garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree — * ' Take this for thy wages, true Thomas ; It will give thee the tongue that can never lie.' 'My tongue is mine ain,' true Thomas said; 'A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!