Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and ScotlandRichard John King Pickering, 1842 - 291 стор. |
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... Scott , Jamieson , Motherwell , Cromek , Buchan , and Kinloch are the sources from whence the Ballads have been selected ; and care has been taken , by the omission of all ob- jectionable passages , to prevent the liability of the ...
... Scott , Jamieson , Motherwell , Cromek , Buchan , and Kinloch are the sources from whence the Ballads have been selected ; and care has been taken , by the omission of all ob- jectionable passages , to prevent the liability of the ...
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... Scott , and as positively denied by Price , in a note on " Sir Tristrem , " appended to his edition of Warton . One fact , however , seems clearly ascertained— that if any English Romances do exist , which have not a Norman French ...
... Scott , and as positively denied by Price , in a note on " Sir Tristrem , " appended to his edition of Warton . One fact , however , seems clearly ascertained— that if any English Romances do exist , which have not a Norman French ...
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... Scott , " or " Thomas the Rhymer . " There is a remarkable contrast between the English and Scottish Ballad Poetry ; a contrast which is to be attributed to the different character of the two countries , as well as to the different ...
... Scott , " or " Thomas the Rhymer . " There is a remarkable contrast between the English and Scottish Ballad Poetry ; a contrast which is to be attributed to the different character of the two countries , as well as to the different ...
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... the kinge were there , or not , Hee never knewe , nor ever colde : For from that sad and direfulle daye , Hee never more was seene on molde . IIIII IIIII SIR ALDINGAR . IR Walter Scott ( Border KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 107.
... the kinge were there , or not , Hee never knewe , nor ever colde : For from that sad and direfulle daye , Hee never more was seene on molde . IIIII IIIII SIR ALDINGAR . IR Walter Scott ( Border KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 107.
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Richard John King. IIIII IIIII SIR ALDINGAR . IR Walter Scott ( Border Min- strelsy , vol . iii . ) supposes the Scottish ballad of Sir Hugh le Blond to have been the ori- ginal of Sir Aldingar ; however this may be , the English ver ...
Richard John King. IIIII IIIII SIR ALDINGAR . IR Walter Scott ( Border Min- strelsy , vol . iii . ) supposes the Scottish ballad of Sir Hugh le Blond to have been the ori- ginal of Sir Aldingar ; however this may be , the English ver ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Annie Armorica arrowes awaye ballad banyshed Beowulf bonny milldams Border bright Carleile castle Cloudeslè daughter daye deare deere English Erl Richard Erle Douglas Ettricke Foreste fair Fair Annie fast fayre fight frae grete gude hall hame hand harpe Harry Percy hart hast hath hill Johnie King Arthur kyng Estmere lady ladye land Lochroyan Lord Gregory mair mankynde manye milldams of Binnorie myght mynde myne never Outlaw Outlaw Murray Percy queene quoth Robin Hood Romance ryght sall sayd the kyng saye Scotland Scottish shal shalt shee sholde Sir Aldingar sir Gawaine Sir Patrick Spens Sir Walter slain slayne sore steed swerde sword syde syr Cauline thee theyr Thomas the Rhymer thre tree Trouvères tyde weel wold wood wyfe wyll Wyllyam wyth yemen
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Сторінка 273 - It fell about the Martinmas, When nights are lang and mirk, The carline wife's three sons came hame, And their hats were o' the birk. It neither grew in syke nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh ; But at the gates o' Paradise That birk grew fair eneugh. 'Blow up the fire, my maidens I Bring water from the well ! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Сторінка 279 - O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea ? " Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame." They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday.
Сторінка 172 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Сторінка 174 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Сторінка 281 - O, where will I get a gude sailor To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall top-mast To see if I can spy land ?" " O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till ye get up to the tall top-mast ; But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Сторінка 224 - I digg'da grave, and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul...
Сторінка 217 - He's lifted her on a milk-white steed, And himself on a dapple grey. With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And slowly they baith rade away. O they rade on, and on they rade, And a...
Сторінка 223 - There came a man, by middle day, He spied his sport, and went away; And brought the king that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear ; He slew my knight, and poin'd his gear : My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie.
Сторінка 4 - In this our spacious isle, I think there is not one, But he hath heard some talk of him and little John; And to the end of time, the tales shall ne'er be done, Of Scarlock, George-a-Green, and Much the miller's son, Of Tuck the merry friar, which many a sermon made, In praise of Robin Hood, his out-laws, and their trade.
Сторінка 192 - Light down, light down now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee; Abide ye there a little space, And I will show you ferlies three.