The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain: Historical, Traditional and Romantic: to which are Added, a Selection of Modern Imitations and Some TranslationsJoseph S. Moore H. Washbourne & Company, 1853 - 871 стор. |
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... Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltles men , A - las ! it wear great pittè . But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I am a yerle callyd within my contre ; Let all our men uppone a parti stande ; And do the battell off the and ...
... Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltles men , A - las ! it wear great pittè . But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I am a yerle callyd within my contre ; Let all our men uppone a parti stande ; And do the battell off the and ...
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... unto Robyn Hode , ' Mayster , yf ye wolde dyne betyme , It wolde do you moch good . ' Then bespake good Robyn , ' To dyne I have no lust , Tyll I have some bolde baròn , Or some unketh gest , [ Or els some byshop or abbot ] That may ...
... unto Robyn Hode , ' Mayster , yf ye wolde dyne betyme , It wolde do you moch good . ' Then bespake good Robyn , ' To dyne I have no lust , Tyll I have some bolde baròn , Or some unketh gest , [ Or els some byshop or abbot ] That may ...
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... unto the lodge dore , When Robyn gan hym se , Full curteysly dyde of his hode , And set hym on his kne . ' Welcome , syr knyght , ' then said Robyn , " Welcome thou arte to me , I haue abyde you fastynge , syr , All these houres thre ...
... unto the lodge dore , When Robyn gan hym se , Full curteysly dyde of his hode , And set hym on his kne . ' Welcome , syr knyght , ' then said Robyn , " Welcome thou arte to me , I haue abyde you fastynge , syr , All these houres thre ...
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... unto Robyn Hode , ' Ye must gyve that knight an hors , To lede home al this good . " Take hym a gray courser , ' sayd Robyn , And a sadell newe ; He is our ladyes messengere , God lene that he be true . ' ' And a good palfraye , ' sayd ...
... unto Robyn Hode , ' Ye must gyve that knight an hors , To lede home al this good . " Take hym a gray courser , ' sayd Robyn , And a sadell newe ; He is our ladyes messengere , God lene that he be true . ' ' And a good palfraye , ' sayd ...
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... pray for him , And wish he well might speed . The widow and the fatherless He would send means unto ; And those whom famine did oppress Nor would he do a woman wrong . But see Found him a friendly foe . 336 93 A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD .
... pray for him , And wish he well might speed . The widow and the fatherless He would send means unto ; And those whom famine did oppress Nor would he do a woman wrong . But see Found him a friendly foe . 336 93 A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD .
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Сторінка 693 - their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gusht from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me. And I blessed them unaware.
Сторінка 697 - dungeon fitter; All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away; I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray. And now this spell was snapt; once more The curse is finally
Сторінка 689 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root: We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah, well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. PART
Сторінка 591 - So, fair and softly, John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He graspt the mane with both his hands, And eke with all
Сторінка 10 - Erle Percy took his way; The child may rue that is unborne The hunting of that day. The stout Erle of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summers days to take; The cheefest harts in Chevy-Chase To kill and beare away. These tydings to Erle Douglas came, In
Сторінка 698 - On every corse there stood! This seraph-band, each waved his hand; It was a heavenly sight; They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand No voice did they impart— No voice; but O! the silence sank Like music on my heart. But
Сторінка 10 - prevent his sport. The English erle, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort, With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of neede To ayme their shafts aright. The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran To chase the fallow deere: On Munday they began to hunt
Сторінка 295 - is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar,' he makes Moth say,' The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since;' while, from the next part of his answer, ' but, I think, now 'tis not to be found,
Сторінка 593 - Each comely in its kind. Thus showed his ready wit, My head is twice as big as yours, He held them up, and in his turn They therefore needs must fit. That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may But let me scrape the dirt away Be in a hungry case.
Сторінка 690 - With throat unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call; Gramercy! they for joy did grin, A flash of joy. And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! I cried, she tacks no more And horror