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Страница 45 - Lo ! yonder doth Earl Douglas come, His men in armour bright ; Full twenty hundred Scottish spears, All marching in our sight ; All men of pleasant Tividale, Fast by the river Tweed.
Страница 50 - Then leaving life, Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand ; And said, " Earl Douglas, for thy life Would I had lost my land. " O Christ ! my very heart doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake ; For sure, a more redoubted knight Mischance did never take.
Страница 43 - The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland, A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer's days to take; The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chase To kill and bear away.
Страница 120 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a King! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
Страница 46 - Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold. " Show me," said he, " whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here ; That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow-deer.
Страница 9 - A Skottysshe knyght hoved upon the bent, A wache I dare well saye : So was he ware on the noble Percy In the dawnynge of the daye. He prycked to his pavyleon dore, As faste as he myght ronne, Awaken, Dowglas...
Страница 40 - For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be ; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne.
Страница 253 - JULY the first, in Oldbridge town,* There was a grievous battle, Where many a man lay on the ground, By the cannons that did rattle, King James he pitched his tents between The lines for to retire ; But King William threw his bomb-balls in, And set them all on fire.