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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... stood in their eye , And bade them come and go with him , And look they did not cry . And two long miles he led them on , While they for food complain ; Stay here , ( quoth he ) , I'll bring you bread When I do come again . These pretty ...
... stood in their eye , And bade them come and go with him , And look they did not cry . And two long miles he led them on , While they for food complain ; Stay here , ( quoth he ) , I'll bring you bread When I do come again . These pretty ...
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... stood looking on : You be two Earls , said Witherington , And I a squire alone ; I'll do the best that do I may While I have strength to stand ; While I have power to wield my sword I'll fight with heart and hand . Our English archers ...
... stood looking on : You be two Earls , said Witherington , And I a squire alone ; I'll do the best that do I may While I have strength to stand ; While I have power to wield my sword I'll fight with heart and hand . Our English archers ...
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... stood at William's feet . Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud , And clay cold was her lily hand That held her sable shroud . So shall the fairest face appear , When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that ...
... stood at William's feet . Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud , And clay cold was her lily hand That held her sable shroud . So shall the fairest face appear , When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that ...
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... stood the seamen to the last . Like shooting stars , athwart the gloom The merchant sails were sped ; Yet oft , before its midnight doom , They mark'd the high mast - head Of that devoted vessel , tost By winds and floods , now seen ...
... stood the seamen to the last . Like shooting stars , athwart the gloom The merchant sails were sped ; Yet oft , before its midnight doom , They mark'd the high mast - head Of that devoted vessel , tost By winds and floods , now seen ...
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... stood , A living form of sculptur'd woe . With stupid stare , and vacant gaze , Full on his face her eyes were cast ; Absorb'd ! she lost her present grief , And faintly thought of things long past . Like wildfire o'er a mossy heath ...
... stood , A living form of sculptur'd woe . With stupid stare , and vacant gaze , Full on his face her eyes were cast ; Absorb'd ! she lost her present grief , And faintly thought of things long past . Like wildfire o'er a mossy heath ...
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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...