The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain: Historical, Traditional and Romantic: to which are Added, a Selection of Modern Imitations and Some TranslationsJoseph S. Moore H. Washbourne & Company, 1853 - 871 sider |
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Side 98
... fear But such as broke the laws . He wished well unto the king , And prayed still for his health , And never practis'd anything Against the common - wealth . Only , because he was undone By th ' cruel clergy then , All means that he ...
... fear But such as broke the laws . He wished well unto the king , And prayed still for his health , And never practis'd anything Against the common - wealth . Only , because he was undone By th ' cruel clergy then , All means that he ...
Side 102
... fear More to offend the law . No waring guns were then in use , They dreamt of no such thing ; Our Englishmen in fight did use In which activity these men , Through practise , were 102 The gallant gray - goose wing ; A TRUE TALE OF ...
... fear More to offend the law . No waring guns were then in use , They dreamt of no such thing ; Our Englishmen in fight did use In which activity these men , Through practise , were 102 The gallant gray - goose wing ; A TRUE TALE OF ...
Side 104
... fear of Ritson before their eyes , sceptical enough to doubt , not alone the title of this ballad to the character it so ear- nestly challenges to itself , but the very existence of its hero ! Mr. Wright's scepticism may be seen in his ...
... fear of Ritson before their eyes , sceptical enough to doubt , not alone the title of this ballad to the character it so ear- nestly challenges to itself , but the very existence of its hero ! Mr. Wright's scepticism may be seen in his ...
Side 108
... fear thee any whit , For thy curn nips of sticks , I know no use for them so meet As to be puding - pricks . Here I defy thee to do me ill , For all thy boisterous fair , Thou's get nothing from me but ill , Would'st thou seek evermair ...
... fear thee any whit , For thy curn nips of sticks , I know no use for them so meet As to be puding - pricks . Here I defy thee to do me ill , For all thy boisterous fair , Thou's get nothing from me but ill , Would'st thou seek evermair ...
Side 110
... fear ' twill never be well . See , where he goes o'er yon hill , With hat upon his head ; If e'er ye loved your master well , Go now revenge this deed ; And bring him back again to me , If it lie in your might , That I may see , before ...
... fear ' twill never be well . See , where he goes o'er yon hill , With hat upon his head ; If e'er ye loved your master well , Go now revenge this deed ; And bring him back again to me , If it lie in your might , That I may see , before ...
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Side 688 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Side 699 - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Side 697 - How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump. It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff- boat neared: I heard them talk, "Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Side 684 - He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Side 685 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Side 690 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust.
Side 592 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ! For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Side 686 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 692 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise.
Side 684 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.