Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and ScotlandRichard John King Pickering, 1842 - 291 стор. |
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... live by rapine and wronge . But now the spelle is broken throughe , And wronge is turnde to righte ; Henceforth I shall bee a faire ladyè , And hee be a gentle knighte . HG KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . HE following is the narrative SIR GAWAINE ...
... live by rapine and wronge . But now the spelle is broken throughe , And wronge is turnde to righte ; Henceforth I shall bee a faire ladyè , And hee be a gentle knighte . HG KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . HE following is the narrative SIR GAWAINE ...
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... live this sight to see ! To see this good knight here be slaine , All for his love in helping mee ! He put his speare into his reste , And to sir Mordred loud gan crye ; Now sette thyself upon thy guarde , For , traitor , nowe thy death ...
... live this sight to see ! To see this good knight here be slaine , All for his love in helping mee ! He put his speare into his reste , And to sir Mordred loud gan crye ; Now sette thyself upon thy guarde , For , traitor , nowe thy death ...
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... live . " " Nowe Christ forgive thee , Aldingar , As freely I forgive . " Here take thy queene , our king Harryè And love her as thy life , For never had a king in Christentye , A truer and fairer wife . King Henrye ran to claspe his ...
... live . " " Nowe Christ forgive thee , Aldingar , As freely I forgive . " Here take thy queene , our king Harryè And love her as thy life , For never had a king in Christentye , A truer and fairer wife . King Henrye ran to claspe his ...
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... sweet woman to my wife : I will not falsify my vow for gold nor gain , Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain . " So in the MS . 10,000l . P. C. O how happy is that woman That enjoys so true THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE . 145.
... sweet woman to my wife : I will not falsify my vow for gold nor gain , Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain . " So in the MS . 10,000l . P. C. O how happy is that woman That enjoys so true THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE . 145.
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... the Lincome grene sae gaye to see , He and his ladye in purple clad , O ! gin they live not royallie ! " He says , yon Foreste is his awin , ' He wan it frae the Southronie ; 1 Own . Sae as he wan it , sae will he keep OUTLAW MURRAY . 203.
... the Lincome grene sae gaye to see , He and his ladye in purple clad , O ! gin they live not royallie ! " He says , yon Foreste is his awin , ' He wan it frae the Southronie ; 1 Own . Sae as he wan it , sae will he keep OUTLAW MURRAY . 203.
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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.