Ballads and Lyrical PiecesJames Ballantyne and Company, 1806 - 180 sider |
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ancient Ancram Moor Angus Arran ballad bard Baron battle beltane blood Bothwellhaugh Buccleuch bugle CADYOW called castle Coldinghame Count Albert countess of Dunbar courser dark death dread Dryburgh Abbey Dunbar earl Edinburgh Eildon Tree English Ercildoun Eske Evandale fair farewell fell flame Fordun forest Glenfinlas GREY BROTHER Hamilton Hark harp Hart Highland hill holla holy hone a rie horn horse hound James king lady ladye land Learmont's light lord Evers loud maid Merlin minstrel Mount Lebanon mountain ne'er nethe night ninth degree noble o'er Parkhead pride prophecy prophetic queen regent Ronald's ruins Saxon sayd Scotland Scots Scottish shal shalt shew Sir Tristrem Smaylho'me song sound spear St Fillan steed stream ta'en tale tell thee Thomas lay THOMAS THE RHYMER thou throng thundering tower tradition True Thomas Tweed Waldhave warrior wave ween wild Wildgrave wind yone
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Side 180 - wildered he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam.
Side 28 - Then changed, I trow, was that bold baron's brow From the dark to the blood-red high; ' Now, tell me the mien of the knight thou hast seen, For, by Mary, he shall die!' 'His arms shone full bright in the beacon's red light; His plume it was scarlet and blue ; On his shield was a hound in a silver leash bound, And his crest was a branch of the yew.
Side 179 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long^ days and long weeks didst thou number, Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart ? And...
Side 80 - TRUE THOMAS lay on Huntlie bank ; A ferlie he spied wi' his ee ; And there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
Side 26 - And many a word that warlike lord Did speak to my lady there ; But the rain fell fast, and loud blew the blast, And I heard not what they were.
Side 31 - she cried, ' For the holy Virgin's sake ! ' — ' Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side ; But, lady, he will not awake. 'By Eildon-tree, for long nights three, In bloody grave have I lain ; The mass and the death-prayer are said for me, But lady, they are said in vain.
Side 158 - Still the fair horseman anxious pleads ; The black, wild whooping, points the prey : — Alas ! the Earl no warning heeds, But frantic keeps the forward way. ' Holy or not, or right or wrong, Thy altar and its rites I spurn ; Not sainted martyrs...
Side 29 - Yet hear but my word, my noble lord! For I heard her name his name ; And that lady bright, she called the knight Sir Richard of Coldinghame." — The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow. From high blood-red to pale — " The grave is deep and dark — and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. " Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain. " The varying light deceived thy...
Side 81 - Harp and carp, Thomas," she said; " Harp and carp along wi me; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be." — "Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me." — Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree. "Now, ye maun go wi...
Side 82 - She mounted on her milk-white steed; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind; And aye, whene'er her bridle rung, The steed flew swifter than the wind. O they rade on, and farther on; The steed gaed swifter than the wind, Until they reached a desert wide.