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 12
... heart and hand . Our English archers bent their bowes , Their hearts were good and trew ; At the first flight of arrowes sent , Full fourscore Scotts they slew . Yet bides Erle Douglas on the bent , As chieftain stout and good ; As ...
... heart and hand . Our English archers bent their bowes , Their hearts were good and trew ; At the first flight of arrowes sent , Full fourscore Scotts they slew . Yet bides Erle Douglas on the bent , As chieftain stout and good ; As ...
Side 109
... heart was ne'er so sair . He could not fight , he could not flee , He wist not what to do ; The beggar with his noble tree Laid lusty slaps him to . He paid good Robin back and side , And laist him up and down , And with his pyke ...
... heart was ne'er so sair . He could not fight , he could not flee , He wist not what to do ; The beggar with his noble tree Laid lusty slaps him to . He paid good Robin back and side , And laist him up and down , And with his pyke ...
Side 122
... heart , He fell down on the grass , His actions and his troubled mind Shew'd he perplexed was . Where lies your grief ? quoth Will Scadlock , O master , tell to me ; If the damsel ' s eyes have pierc'd your heart , I'll fetch her back ...
... heart , He fell down on the grass , His actions and his troubled mind Shew'd he perplexed was . Where lies your grief ? quoth Will Scadlock , O master , tell to me ; If the damsel ' s eyes have pierc'd your heart , I'll fetch her back ...
Side 124
... heart . Will Scadlock well had play'd his part , The giant he had brought to his knee ; Quoth Will , the devil cannot break his fast , So with his faulchion he ran him through , A 124 Unless he have you all three . ROBIN HOOD AND THE ...
... heart . Will Scadlock well had play'd his part , The giant he had brought to his knee ; Quoth Will , the devil cannot break his fast , So with his faulchion he ran him through , A 124 Unless he have you all three . ROBIN HOOD AND THE ...
Side 126
... heart , Ile never part , Gude master , be not afraid . Then Robin turned his face to the east , Fight on , my merry men stout , Our cause is good , quo brave Robin Hood , And we shall not be beaten out . The battel grows hot on every ...
... heart , Ile never part , Gude master , be not afraid . Then Robin turned his face to the east , Fight on , my merry men stout , Our cause is good , quo brave Robin Hood , And we shall not be beaten out . The battel grows hot on every ...
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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.