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A Collection of Old Ballads. Corrected from the Best and Most Ancient ..., Том 1
Повний перегляд - 1723
A Collection of Old Ballads: Corrected from the Best and Most Ancient ..., Том 3
Повний перегляд - 1738
againſt Blood brave bring brought Country Court Crown Daughter dear Death doth drink Duke Earl Edward Elizabeth England Engliſh Eyes fair fall Fame Father fear fight firſt Forces France Friends gave give Grace Grief Ground Hand hath hear Heart Henry himſelf Honour Houſe Italy King King Henry Kingdom Knight Lady Land laſt late leave live look Lord Love Maid Marriage married Mary Mean meet Mind moſt muſt Name never noble once Place Pleaſure poor Power Prince Princeſs prove Queen quoth Reign Richard Royal Sack ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſent ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould Soldiers ſome Song ſoon Sorrow Spain ſtand ſtill ſuch ſweet Tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought took Town true Tune unto whoſe Wife Wine young
Сторінка 219 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Сторінка 259 - Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will you lodge a silly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. O wow ! quo...
Сторінка 219 - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear.
Сторінка 218 - So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Сторінка 260 - Syne to the servant's bed she gaes, To speer for the silly poor man. She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, The strae was cauld, he was away, She clapt her hands, cry'd, "VValaday ! For some of our gear will be gane.
Сторінка 191 - We wanted no brawn nor souse. When this old cap was new. We took not such delight In cups of silver fine : None under the degree of a knight In plate drank beer or wine : Now each mechanical man Hath a cupboard of plate for a show ; Which was a rare thing then, When this old cap was new.
Сторінка 190 - A man might then behold At Christmas, in each hall Good fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small. The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chidden, When this old cap was new.
Сторінка 60 - With hair hang'd down, she sadly hies, And of her gracious lord requires A boon, which hardly he denies. " The lives," (quoth she), " of all the blooms Yet budding green, these youths I crave ; O, let them not have timeless tombs, For nature longer limits gave!
Сторінка 260 - Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang : The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith, To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith. Quo' she, to leave thee I will be laith, My winsome Gaberlunzie-man. O kend my minny I were wi' you, Hl-fardly wad she crook her mou', Sic a poor man she'd never trow, After the Gaberlunzie-man.