Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and ScotlandRichard John King Pickering, 1842 - 291 стор. |
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... light the inhabitants of the land , and adorned the districts of earth with boughs and leaves : life also He created for every kind that goeth about alive . " The festivity , however , which prevailed in the halls of Hrothgar excited ...
... light the inhabitants of the land , and adorned the districts of earth with boughs and leaves : life also He created for every kind that goeth about alive . " The festivity , however , which prevailed in the halls of Hrothgar excited ...
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... light of a fire of pinelogs , he could easily discover his adversary . Here a contest takes place , in which Beowulf discovers that his sword is of no avail against " the spirit of the dark water , " and is only saved by the magic might ...
... light of a fire of pinelogs , he could easily discover his adversary . Here a contest takes place , in which Beowulf discovers that his sword is of no avail against " the spirit of the dark water , " and is only saved by the magic might ...
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... Light in kyng Bremors beard . Saies , Stable thy steed , thou proud harpèr , Saies , Stable him in the stalle ; It doth not beseeme a proud harpèr To stable him in a kyngs halle . H My ladde he is so lither , ' he said KING ESTMERE . 57.
... Light in kyng Bremors beard . Saies , Stable thy steed , thou proud harpèr , Saies , Stable him in the stalle ; It doth not beseeme a proud harpèr To stable him in a kyngs halle . H My ladde he is so lither , ' he said KING ESTMERE . 57.
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... light as leafe on tree : I - wys he neither stint ne blanne , ' Till he his ladye see . Then downe he knelt upon his knee Before that lady gay : O ladye , I have bin on the Eldridge hills : These tokens I bring away . Lingered or ...
... light as leafe on tree : I - wys he neither stint ne blanne , ' Till he his ladye see . Then downe he knelt upon his knee Before that lady gay : O ladye , I have bin on the Eldridge hills : These tokens I bring away . Lingered or ...
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... red scarlètte . Shee sayes , all women will have their wille , This is their chief desyre ; Now yield , as thou art a barone true , That I have payd mine hyre . An earlye vengeaunce light on her ! The carlish baron SIR GAWAINE . 87.
... red scarlètte . Shee sayes , all women will have their wille , This is their chief desyre ; Now yield , as thou art a barone true , That I have payd mine hyre . An earlye vengeaunce light on her ! The carlish baron SIR GAWAINE . 87.
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Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and Scotland, Том 1 Richard John King Повний перегляд - 1842 |
Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and Scotland Richard John King Повний перегляд - 1842 |
Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and Scotland Richard John King Повний перегляд - 1842 |
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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.