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... Bring me my steid Mage dapple gray . ” Our gude king raise and cryd : " A trustier beist in all the land , " A Scots king nevir seyd . Gae , little page , tell Hardyknute , " Wha lives on hill sae hie , " To draw his sword , the dreid ...
... Bring me my steid Mage dapple gray . ” Our gude king raise and cryd : " A trustier beist in all the land , " A Scots king nevir seyd . Gae , little page , tell Hardyknute , " Wha lives on hill sae hie , " To draw his sword , the dreid ...
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... of fute as stag " That runs in forest wilde , " Get me my thousands thrie of men " Weil bred to sword and shield : " 6 Bring me my horse and harnisine , My 3 BRITISH MINSTREL 5 Then reid, reid grew his dark-brown cheiks ...
... of fute as stag " That runs in forest wilde , " Get me my thousands thrie of men " Weil bred to sword and shield : " 6 Bring me my horse and harnisine , My 3 BRITISH MINSTREL 5 Then reid, reid grew his dark-brown cheiks ...
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John Struthers. " 6 Bring me my horse and harnisine , My blade of metal clere . ” 66 If faes but kend the hand it bare , They sune had fled for feir . " Farewell my dame sae peirless gude , " And tuke her by the hand , " Fairer to me in ...
John Struthers. " 6 Bring me my horse and harnisine , My blade of metal clere . ” 66 If faes but kend the hand it bare , They sune had fled for feir . " Farewell my dame sae peirless gude , " And tuke her by the hand , " Fairer to me in ...
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... bring me back my chylde ! " A dolefu voice frae mid the ha Reculd , wi ' echoes wylde . Bestraught wi ' dule and dreid , nae pouir Had Hardyknute at a ' ; Full thrise he raught his ported speir , And thrise he let it fa . " O haly God ...
... bring me back my chylde ! " A dolefu voice frae mid the ha Reculd , wi ' echoes wylde . Bestraught wi ' dule and dreid , nae pouir Had Hardyknute at a ' ; Full thrise he raught his ported speir , And thrise he let it fa . " O haly God ...
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... bring me back my chylde ! ' The dolefu voice frae mid the ha Reculd wi ' echoes wylde . " I am to wyte my valiant friends : " And to the ha they ran , The stately dore full streitly steiked Wï ' iron boltis thrie they fand . The stately ...
... bring me back my chylde ! ' The dolefu voice frae mid the ha Reculd wi ' echoes wylde . " I am to wyte my valiant friends : " And to the ha they ran , The stately dore full streitly steiked Wï ' iron boltis thrie they fand . The stately ...
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Сторінка 37 - But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Сторінка 99 - And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig: He lost them sooner than at first, For why? — they were too big. Now...
Сторінка 96 - Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, " Well done! " as loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin, who but he! his fame soon spread around; "He carries weight! He rides a race! "Tis for a thousand pound!
Сторінка 97 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Сторінка 36 - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then...
Сторінка 96 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Сторінка 98 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. " But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John — "It is my wedding day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Сторінка 93 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 95 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Сторінка 95 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...