Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Том 4

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Сторінка 132 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Сторінка 5 - Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot; Quit...
Сторінка 2 - Lindis flows To where the goodly vessels lie, And where the lordly steeple shows. They sayde, " And why should this thing be, What danger lowers by land or sea? They ring the tune of Enderby ! " For evil news from Mablethorpe, Of pyrate galleys warping...
Сторінка xix - THE old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three ; " Pull, if ye never pulled before ; Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. "Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe
Сторінка 183 - Barri's wood, the British soldiers burst, The French artillery drove them back, diminished, and dispersed. The bloody Duke of Cumberland beheld with anxious eye, And ordered up his last reserve, his latest chance to try; On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, how fast his generals ride ! And mustering come his chosen troops, like clouds at eventide. n. Six thousand English veterans...
Сторінка 135 - The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe. The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above, But the red mare played with the snaffle-bars, as a maiden plays with a glove. There was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between, And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho
Сторінка 3 - The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee, And all. the world was in the sea. Upon the roofe we sate that night, The noise of bells went sweeping by : I marked the lofty beacon light Stream from the church tower, red and high — A lurid mark and dread to see : And awsome bells they were to mee, That in the dark rang
Сторінка 20 - The green forges past her!' 'The Clown will outlast her!' 'The Clown wins!' 'The Clown!' The white railing races with all the white faces, The chestnut outpaces, outstretches the brown. On still past the gateway she strains in the straightway, Still...
Сторінка 176 - For your father's on the hill, and your mother is asleep ; Come up above the crags, and we'll dance a Highland reel Around the fairy thorn on the steep.' At Anna Grace's door 'twas thus the maidens cried, Three merry maidens fair in kirtles of the green ; And Anna laid the rock and the weary wheel aside— The fairest of the four, I ween. They're glancing through the glimmer of the quiet eve. Away in milky wavings of neck and ankle bare ; The heavy-sliding stream in its sleepy song they leave, And...
Сторінка 137 - We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger best. "So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise-studded rein, "My 'broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain." The Colonel's son a pistol drew, and held it muzzle-end, "Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "will ye take the mate from a friend?

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