The legendary cabinet: a collection of British national ballads, with notes by J.D. ParryW. Joy, 66, St. Paul's Churchyard, 1829 - 434 стор. |
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The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and ... John Docwra Parry Попередній перегляд недоступний - 1829 |
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Aldingar ancient arms arrow ballad baron bells bespake Billy Blin blood bold Robin bower brave bright brother Carlisle castle castle cried Curtal Curtal Friar dame daughter dead dear doth Earl Douglas eyes fair lady fast father fear fell fight gallant gentle gold gone grace hall hand hast hath heart Henry hill holy King Arthur King Estmere kiss knee knight Lady Elspat lady fair lady's land Liddesdale little John loathly lady Lord loud maid merrily merry mickle ne'er never noble o'er Percy Queen quoth Red-cross Knight Ritson Robin Hood ROBIN HOOD'S CHASE rode Saxon Scotland Scots shew ship sighed sing Sir Aldingar Sir Andrew Sir Cauline Sir Gawaine Sir Kay slain song soon sore sorrow spear steed sung sweet sword tears tell thee thou art thou shalt took tree true love unto young youth
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Сторінка 331 - A wretch forlorn," she cried ; " Whose feet unhallowed thus intrude Where heaven and you reside : "But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
Сторінка 211 - Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my Love.
Сторінка 333 - Twas Edwin's self that pressed ! "Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Сторінка 2 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English earl, 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 need To aim their shafts aright.
Сторінка 5 - Then Douglas swore a solemn oath, And thus in rage did say — " Ere thus I will out-braved be, One of us two shall die : I know thee well, an earl thou art, Lord Percy, so am I. But trust me, Percy, pity it were, And great offence to kill Any of these our guiltless men, For they have done no ill. Let you and me the battle try, And set our men aside.
Сторінка 346 - John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life ; And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law ; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon humour, than advis'd respect.
Сторінка 390 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of Spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape rock, And I'll plague the abbot of Aberbrothok.
Сторінка 328 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Сторінка 6 - I'll fight with heart and hand.' Our English archers bent their bows, Their hearts were good and true ; At the first flight of arrows sent Full fourscore Scots they slew.
Сторінка 345 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh, my daughter!