One Hundred Narrative PoemsGeorge E. Teter Scott, Foresman, 1918 - 436 páginas |
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... fair Kirkly gone , As fast as he can win ; But before he came there , as we do hear , He was taken very ill . And when that he came to fair Kirkly - hall , He knockd all at the ring , But none was so ready as his cousin herself For to ...
... fair Kirkly gone , As fast as he can win ; But before he came there , as we do hear , He was taken very ill . And when that he came to fair Kirkly - hall , He knockd all at the ring , But none was so ready as his cousin herself For to ...
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... " Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone , As fast as he can dree ; 2 But when he came to Kirkly - hall , He broke locks two or three : 2. Can dree . Is able . Until he came bold Robin to see , Then he 18 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
... " Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone , As fast as he can dree ; 2 But when he came to Kirkly - hall , He broke locks two or three : 2. Can dree . Is able . Until he came bold Robin to see , Then he 18 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... fair Kirkly - hall , . And all their nunnery . ” " Now nay , now nay , " quoth Robin Hood , " That boon I'll not grant thee ; I never hurt woman in all my life , Nor men in woman's company . " I never hurt fair maid in all my time , Nor ...
... fair Kirkly - hall , . And all their nunnery . ” " Now nay , now nay , " quoth Robin Hood , " That boon I'll not grant thee ; I never hurt woman in all my life , Nor men in woman's company . " I never hurt fair maid in all my time , Nor ...
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... fair , You micht have excepted me . ” " You're neither laird nor lord , " she says , " Bot the king that wears the crown ; There is not a knight in fair Scotland But to thee maun bow down . " For a ' that she coud do or say , Appeasd he ...
... fair , You micht have excepted me . ” " You're neither laird nor lord , " she says , " Bot the king that wears the crown ; There is not a knight in fair Scotland But to thee maun bow down . " For a ' that she coud do or say , Appeasd he ...
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... fair to see , And for the words the queen had spoke Young Waters he did die . 6 THE DOWIE DENS OF YARROW 1 ( Sir Walter Scott's Version ) Late at e'en , drinking the wine , And ere they paid the lawing , 2 They set a combat them between ...
... fair to see , And for the words the queen had spoke Young Waters he did die . 6 THE DOWIE DENS OF YARROW 1 ( Sir Walter Scott's Version ) Late at e'en , drinking the wine , And ere they paid the lawing , 2 They set a combat them between ...
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Página 210 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 72 - I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Página 302 - And, like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane, And burst the curb, and bounded Rejoicing to be free, And whirling down, in fierce career. Battlement, and plank, and pier Rushed headlong to the sea. LVI I. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; . - . Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars...
Página 369 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I...
Página 47 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 199 - Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry?
Página 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Página 74 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Página 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.