English Verse, Том 3William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Charles Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... tree . From wealthy abbots ' chests , and churls ' abundant store , What oftentimes he took he shared amongst the poor : No lordly bishop came in lusty Robin's way , To him , before he went , but for his pass must pay ; The widow in ...
... tree . From wealthy abbots ' chests , and churls ' abundant store , What oftentimes he took he shared amongst the poor : No lordly bishop came in lusty Robin's way , To him , before he went , but for his pass must pay ; The widow in ...
Сторінка xii
... trees , at a short distance from the house , a stone being placed over his grave with an inscription to his memory . Such in brief , according to Ritson , was the career of Robin Hood . There were historians at the period specified by ...
... trees , at a short distance from the house , a stone being placed over his grave with an inscription to his memory . Such in brief , according to Ritson , was the career of Robin Hood . There were historians at the period specified by ...
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... Tree . Her shirt was o ' the grass - green silk , Her mantle o ' the velvet fine ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane Hung fifty silver bells and nine . True Thomas he pull'd aff his cap , And louted low down to his knee : “ All hail ...
... Tree . Her shirt was o ' the grass - green silk , Her mantle o ' the velvet fine ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane Hung fifty silver bells and nine . True Thomas he pull'd aff his cap , And louted low down to his knee : “ All hail ...
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... Tree . " Now ye maun go wi ' me , " she said , — " True Thomas ! ye maun go wi ' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years , Through weal or woe as may chance to be . " She's mounted on her milk - white steed , - She's ta'en true Thomas up ...
... Tree . " Now ye maun go wi ' me , " she said , — " True Thomas ! ye maun go wi ' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years , Through weal or woe as may chance to be . " She's mounted on her milk - white steed , - She's ta'en true Thomas up ...
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... tree ; " Take this for thy wages , true Thomas ! It will give thee the tongue that can never lee . " " My tongue is mine ain , " true Thomas said : " A goodly gift ye wad gie to me ! I neither dought to buy nor sell At fair or tryst ...
... tree ; " Take this for thy wages , true Thomas ! It will give thee the tongue that can never lee . " " My tongue is mine ain , " true Thomas said : " A goodly gift ye wad gie to me ! I neither dought to buy nor sell At fair or tryst ...
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ancient Mariner anon auld ballad bluidy bonny bower bright call'd child Child Maurice Clerk Saunders Cusha dead dear death door Edom eyes fair lady fast fear frae gane Glasgerion Glenkindie gold green gude HAMADRYAD hame hand hath head hear heard heart Heir of Linne Hell and Heaven Judas Iscariot King King Estmere Kinmont knee lady land light Little brother Little John look'd Lord loud maid mair mankind I love Mary Mother merry moon ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid o'er old Brown Osawatomie Brown owre pass'd Percy Percy Folio Porphyro pray quoth Rhaicos ride Robin Hood SACK OF BALTIMORE sail seem'd ship Sir Aldingar Sister Helen slain soul of Judas spake stanzas steed stood sweet sword ta'en tell thee thou took tree turn'd unto weel wife Willie wind winna wood
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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.