The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall H. G. Bohn, 1853 - 440 ページ |
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... eye , And bade them come and go with him , And look they did not crye : And two long miles he ledd them thus , While they for bread complaine : ' Stay here , ' quoth he , ' I'll bring ye bread , When I do come againe . ' These pretty ...
... eye , And bade them come and go with him , And look they did not crye : And two long miles he ledd them thus , While they for bread complaine : ' Stay here , ' quoth he , ' I'll bring ye bread , When I do come againe . ' These pretty ...
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... Her crisped lockes like threads of golde Appeard to each mans sight ; Her sparkling eyes , like Orient pearles , Did cast a heavenlye light . SMITH 542 The blood within her chrystal cheekes Did such. J. Franklin del . T. Williams sc .
... Her crisped lockes like threads of golde Appeard to each mans sight ; Her sparkling eyes , like Orient pearles , Did cast a heavenlye light . SMITH 542 The blood within her chrystal cheekes Did such. J. Franklin del . T. Williams sc .
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... eye : The fairest flower in all the worlde To feed my fantasye : The flower of mine affected heart , Whose sweetness ... eyes The teares gusht out apace , Which like the silver - pearled dewe Ranne downe her comely face . Her lippes erst ...
... eye : The fairest flower in all the worlde To feed my fantasye : The flower of mine affected heart , Whose sweetness ... eyes The teares gusht out apace , Which like the silver - pearled dewe Ranne downe her comely face . Her lippes erst ...
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... eyes , He kist her tender cheeke , Until he had revivde againe Her senses milde and meeke . ' Why grieves my Rose , my sweetest Rose ? ' The king did often say . ' Because , ' quoth shee , ' to bloodye warres My lord must pass awaye ...
... eyes , He kist her tender cheeke , Until he had revivde againe Her senses milde and meeke . ' Why grieves my Rose , my sweetest Rose ? ' The king did often say . ' Because , ' quoth shee , ' to bloodye warres My lord must pass awaye ...
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... eye Beheld her heavenlye face , She was amazed in her minde At her exceeding grace . * ARIKS H In the old ballad ... eyes , No faithful friend was there , Who could stand up in her defence , To put the potion by ; So , by the hands ...
... eye Beheld her heavenlye face , She was amazed in her minde At her exceeding grace . * ARIKS H In the old ballad ... eyes , No faithful friend was there , Who could stand up in her defence , To put the potion by ; So , by the hands ...
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175 ページ - 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!
176 ページ - 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.
178 ページ - 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.
1 ページ - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
423 ページ - 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.
267 ページ - 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.
211 ページ - 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.
267 ページ - 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.
95 ページ - 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
389 ページ - 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.