The Common-place Book of Ancient and Modern Ballad: And Metrical Legendary Tales : an Original Selection, Including Many Never Before PublishedJ. Anderson, 1824 - 420 páginas |
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... Gude Lord Graham is to Carlisle gane , How brent's your brow , my lady Elspat , In Auchtermuchty dwelt a man , It fell about the Martinmas , It fell in about the Martinmas time , Johnie rose up in a May morning , Keen the frosty winds ...
... Gude Lord Graham is to Carlisle gane , How brent's your brow , my lady Elspat , In Auchtermuchty dwelt a man , It fell about the Martinmas , It fell in about the Martinmas time , Johnie rose up in a May morning , Keen the frosty winds ...
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... gude Scots king Came as he sat at dyne , Wi ' noble chiefs , in braive aray , Drinking the bluid - red wyne . " To horse , to horse , my royal liege ! Your faes stand on the strand ; Full twenty thousand glittering speirs The chiefs of ...
... gude Scots king Came as he sat at dyne , Wi ' noble chiefs , in braive aray , Drinking the bluid - red wyne . " To horse , to horse , my royal liege ! Your faes stand on the strand ; Full twenty thousand glittering speirs The chiefs of ...
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... gude , " And tuke her by the hand ; " Fairer to me in age you seim ' Than maids for bewtie fam'd : My youngest son sall here remain , To guard these stately touirs , And shute the silver bolt that keips Sae fast your painted bowers ...
... gude , " And tuke her by the hand ; " Fairer to me in age you seim ' Than maids for bewtie fam'd : My youngest son sall here remain , To guard these stately touirs , And shute the silver bolt that keips Sae fast your painted bowers ...
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... gude Sir Mordac layn . Besprent wi ' gore , frae helm to spur , Was the trew - heartit knicht ; Swith frae his steid sprang Hardyknute , Muv'd wi ' the heavy sicht . " O say , thy master's shield in weir , His sawman in the ha ' ; What ...
... gude Sir Mordac layn . Besprent wi ' gore , frae helm to spur , Was the trew - heartit knicht ; Swith frae his steid sprang Hardyknute , Muv'd wi ' the heavy sicht . " O say , thy master's shield in weir , His sawman in the ha ' ; What ...
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... gude betide ; my last forbode He'll trow belyve nae sang . " Bown ye my eydent friends to kyth To me your luve sae deir ; The Norse ' defeat mote weill persuade Nae riever ye need feir . " The speirmen , wi ' a michty shout , Cry'd ...
... gude betide ; my last forbode He'll trow belyve nae sang . " Bown ye my eydent friends to kyth To me your luve sae deir ; The Norse ' defeat mote weill persuade Nae riever ye need feir . " The speirmen , wi ' a michty shout , Cry'd ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam Bell Amang anither arrow auld baith billie Billy Blin Binnòrie bluid bonnie mill-dams bower braive brave bridal bride busk Carlisle cheek cried cry'd dame dear deir Draffan fair Alice Fair Annie fast father feir fell ferce frae gane gang gi'e Gil Morrice Gilderoy gowd green gude hair hame hand Hardyknute haste haud heart Hobie Noble horse Johnie king lady lady Elspat land Lord lov'd luve lyfe maid maiden mair meikle micht mither mony morn ne'er neir never night noble o'er owre Peblis quoth sall sang scho Scots slain speir St Keyne steed steid stryfe sune sweet sword syne ta'en tears thee thou trysting tree turn'd twa sisters Watty wedding weel ween Whare ye maun yeomen young young Bekie youth
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Página 130 - Well done! " as loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin, who but he! his fame soon spread around; "He carries weight! He rides a race! "Tis for a thousand pound!
Página 127 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. " I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Calender, Will lend his horse to go.
Página 128 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, " The wine is left behind ! " " Good lack ! " quoth he ; " yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Página 127 - So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all get in, — Six precious souls, — and all agog to dash through thick and thin! Smack went the whip, round went the wheels ; were never folks so glad; The stones did rattle underneath, as if Cheapside were mad.
Página 166 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Página 204 - A WELL there is in the West country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the West country But has heard of the well of St. Keyne.
Página 180 - But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " Oh, haste thee, haste ! " the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Página 167 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Página 126 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Página 11 - The noble earl was slain ; He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long Up to the head drew he...