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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... 'll fight with heart and hand . Our English archers bent their bows , Their hearts were good and true ; At the first flight of arrows sent , Full threescore Scots they slew . To drive the deer with hound and horn , Earl A 3 OF BALLAD . 9.
... 'll fight with heart and hand . Our English archers bent their bows , Their hearts were good and true ; At the first flight of arrows sent , Full threescore Scots they slew . To drive the deer with hound and horn , Earl A 3 OF BALLAD . 9.
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... her time . Awake ! ( she cried ) thy true love calls , Come from her midnight grave ; Now let thy pity hear the maid Thy love refus'd to save . This is the dumb and dreary hour When injur'd ghosts OF BALLAD . 15 William and Margaret,
... her time . Awake ! ( she cried ) thy true love calls , Come from her midnight grave ; Now let thy pity hear the maid Thy love refus'd to save . This is the dumb and dreary hour When injur'd ghosts OF BALLAD . 15 William and Margaret,
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... true ; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp , * Where all night long , by a fire - fly lamp , She paddles her white canoe . And her fire - fly lamp I soon shall see , And her paddle I soon shall hear ; The great Dismal Swamp ...
... true ; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp , * Where all night long , by a fire - fly lamp , She paddles her white canoe . And her fire - fly lamp I soon shall see , And her paddle I soon shall hear ; The great Dismal Swamp ...
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... the meteor - spark- The wind was high , and the clouds were dark , And the boat return'd no more ! But oft , from the Indian hunter's camp , This lover , and maid so true , Are seen , at the hour of midnight damp , OF BALLAD . 21 18.
... the meteor - spark- The wind was high , and the clouds were dark , And the boat return'd no more ! But oft , from the Indian hunter's camp , This lover , and maid so true , Are seen , at the hour of midnight damp , OF BALLAD . 21 18.
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... true . * LADY MARGARET . C. LADY Margaret at her window sat , And gaz'd on the evening star , As it burn'd in all its loveliness , Like a beacon light afar . There was silence over the earth and heavens , Save the murmur of the stream ...
... true . * LADY MARGARET . C. LADY Margaret at her window sat , And gaz'd on the evening star , As it burn'd in all its loveliness , Like a beacon light afar . There was silence over the earth and heavens , Save the murmur of the stream ...
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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...