The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 páginas |
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... knee . : And with Erle Douglas , there was slaine Sir Hugh Mountgomery , Sir Charles Murray , that from the feeld One foote wold never flee . Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff , too , His sisters sonne was hee ; Sir David Lamb , so well ...
... knee . : And with Erle Douglas , there was slaine Sir Hugh Mountgomery , Sir Charles Murray , that from the feeld One foote wold never flee . Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff , too , His sisters sonne was hee ; Sir David Lamb , so well ...
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... knees Sweet Rosamond did falle ; And pardon of the queene she crav'd For her offences all . " Take pittie on my youthfull ... knee arose , And on her feet did stand : And casting up her eyes to heaven , Shee did for mercye calle ; And ...
... knees Sweet Rosamond did falle ; And pardon of the queene she crav'd For her offences all . " Take pittie on my youthfull ... knee arose , And on her feet did stand : And casting up her eyes to heaven , Shee did for mercye calle ; And ...
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... sprites Upon the gurlie sea . He struck the topmast wi ' his hand , The foremast wi ' his knee ; And he brake that gallant ship in twain , And sank her in the sea . Wherfore , adue , my owne hart true ! None 12 THE BOOK OF BRITISH BALLADS .
... sprites Upon the gurlie sea . He struck the topmast wi ' his hand , The foremast wi ' his knee ; And he brake that gallant ship in twain , And sank her in the sea . Wherfore , adue , my owne hart true ! None 12 THE BOOK OF BRITISH BALLADS .
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... knee , The heaviest weird I will you read , That ever was read to gay ladye . ' O meikle dolour sall ye dree , And aye the salt seas o'er ye ' se swim ; And far mair dolour sall ye dree And by my sooth , ' said Segramour . ' My ae ...
... knee , The heaviest weird I will you read , That ever was read to gay ladye . ' O meikle dolour sall ye dree , And aye the salt seas o'er ye ' se swim ; And far mair dolour sall ye dree And by my sooth , ' said Segramour . ' My ae ...
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... knee , And held his lifted hand . ' Pardon , my lorde and father deare , This faire younge knighte and mee : Trust me , but for the carlish knighte , I never had fled from thee . ' Oft have you called your Emmeline Your darling and your ...
... knee , And held his lifted hand . ' Pardon , my lorde and father deare , This faire younge knighte and mee : Trust me , but for the carlish knighte , I never had fled from thee . ' Oft have you called your Emmeline Your darling and your ...
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Página 71 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover...
Página 71 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Página 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Página 34 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Página 61 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ; And how she wept and...
Página viii - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 150 - Knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. "His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Página 108 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
Página 60 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 34 - A' for the sake of their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.