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
... side . Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound ; But still our valiant Englishmen All firmly kept their ground . And throwing strait their bowes away , They graspt their swords so bright : And now sharp blows , a ...
... side . Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound ; But still our valiant Englishmen All firmly kept their ground . And throwing strait their bowes away , They graspt their swords so bright : And now sharp blows , a ...
Side 13
... side , Noe slacknes there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground . O Christ ! it was a griefe to see , And likewise for to heare , The cries of men lying in their gore , And scattered here and there . At last ...
... side , Noe slacknes there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground . O Christ ! it was a griefe to see , And likewise for to heare , The cries of men lying in their gore , And scattered here and there . At last ...
Side 14
... side A large cloth - yard and more . So thus did both these noblez & ye , Whose courage none could staine : An English archer then perceiv'd The noble erle was slaine : He had a bow bent in his hand , Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of ...
... side A large cloth - yard and more . So thus did both these noblez & ye , Whose courage none could staine : An English archer then perceiv'd The noble erle was slaine : He had a bow bent in his hand , Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of ...
Side 18
... side . Such on wolde thi selfe slon That xii dar not abyde , Off alle my mery men , seid Robyne , Be my feithe I wil non haue . But litulle Johne shall beyre my bow : Til that me list to drawe Thou shalle beyre thin own said Litulle Jon ...
... side . Such on wolde thi selfe slon That xii dar not abyde , Off alle my mery men , seid Robyne , Be my feithe I wil non haue . But litulle Johne shall beyre my bow : Til that me list to drawe Thou shalle beyre thin own said Litulle Jon ...
Side 88
... side . Ah deere Lady , sayd Robin Hood thou , Thou art but mother and may ' , I think it was never mans destinye To dye before his day . Robin thought on our lady deere , And soone leapt up againe , And strait he came with a backward ...
... side . Ah deere Lady , sayd Robin Hood thou , Thou art but mother and may ' , I think it was never mans destinye To dye before his day . Robin thought on our lady deere , And soone leapt up againe , And strait he came with a backward ...
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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.