English Verse, Том 3William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Charles Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... arms , their sheafs were buckled fast , A short sword at their belt , a buckler scarce a span , Who struck below the knee not counted then a man : All made of Spanish yew , their bows were wondrous strong ; They not an arrow drew but ...
... arms , their sheafs were buckled fast , A short sword at their belt , a buckler scarce a span , Who struck below the knee not counted then a man : All made of Spanish yew , their bows were wondrous strong ; They not an arrow drew but ...
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... arms To parle with his son , if it might be . And twelve knights King Arthur chose , The best in [ all ] his company , That they should go to meet his son , To agree , if it could be . And the King chargèd all his host In readiness for ...
... arms To parle with his son , if it might be . And twelve knights King Arthur chose , The best in [ all ] his company , That they should go to meet his son , To agree , if it could be . And the King chargèd all his host In readiness for ...
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... of us shall dee . " Then the Duke to the river side went And the King's sword then threw he ; A hand and arm did meet that sword , And flourish'd three times certainly . He came again to tell the King , - But 14 TRADITIONAL BALLADS .
... of us shall dee . " Then the Duke to the river side went And the King's sword then threw he ; A hand and arm did meet that sword , And flourish'd three times certainly . He came again to tell the King , - But 14 TRADITIONAL BALLADS .
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... arm : “ And ever we will thee , proud porter ! Thou wilt say us no harm . " Sore he looked on King Estmere , And sore he handled the ring ; Then open'd to them the fair hall gates : He let for no kind of thing . King Estmere he light ...
... arm : “ And ever we will thee , proud porter ! Thou wilt say us no harm . " Sore he looked on King Estmere , And sore he handled the ring ; Then open'd to them the fair hall gates : He let for no kind of thing . King Estmere he light ...
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... arms him from , And cried so piteously- " For the maiden's love that I have most mind This day may comfort me , Or else ere noon I shall be dead ! Thus can Sir Cawline say . When our parish mass that it was done , And 24 TRADITIONAL ...
... arms him from , And cried so piteously- " For the maiden's love that I have most mind This day may comfort me , Or else ere noon I shall be dead ! Thus can Sir Cawline say . When our parish mass that it was done , And 24 TRADITIONAL ...
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Сторінка 183 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Сторінка 187 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Сторінка 190 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 192 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Сторінка 239 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Сторінка 237 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Сторінка 240 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
Сторінка 238 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Сторінка 194 - 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; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Сторінка 182 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.