The Songs and Ballads of Cumberland: To which are Added Dialect and Other Poems ; with Biographical Sketches, Notes, and GlossarySidney Gilpin G. Routledge, 1866 - 560 страници |
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... mair . Nae mair he cracks the leave o ' th ' green , The cleverest far abuin ; But lakes at wait - not - whats within , Aw Sunday efter - nuin . Nae mair i ' th ' nights thro ' woods Relph of Sebergham . 7 It's wrang indeed now, Jenny.
... mair . Nae mair he cracks the leave o ' th ' green , The cleverest far abuin ; But lakes at wait - not - whats within , Aw Sunday efter - nuin . Nae mair i ' th ' nights thro ' woods Relph of Sebergham . 7 It's wrang indeed now, Jenny.
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... mair i ' th ' nights thro ' woods he leads , To treace the wand'ring brock ; But sits i ' th ' nuik and nought else heeds , But Jenny and her rock . Thus Hercules , that ballats say , Made parlish monsters stoop ; Flang his great mickle ...
... mair i ' th ' nights thro ' woods he leads , To treace the wand'ring brock ; But sits i ' th ' nuik and nought else heeds , But Jenny and her rock . Thus Hercules , that ballats say , Made parlish monsters stoop ; Flang his great mickle ...
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... mair . Not sae that other wound , that inward smart , My granny cou'd not cure a bleeding heart ; I've bworn the bitter torment three lang year , And aw my life - time mun be fworc'd to bear , ' Less Betty will a kind physician pruive ...
... mair . Not sae that other wound , that inward smart , My granny cou'd not cure a bleeding heart ; I've bworn the bitter torment three lang year , And aw my life - time mun be fworc'd to bear , ' Less Betty will a kind physician pruive ...
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... mair Till Betty's kindness shall the loss repair ; And she's not like ( how sud she ? ) to be kind , Till I have freely spoken out my mind , Till I have learn'd to feace the maiden clean , Oil'd my slow tongue , and edg'd my sheepish ...
... mair Till Betty's kindness shall the loss repair ; And she's not like ( how sud she ? ) to be kind , Till I have freely spoken out my mind , Till I have learn'd to feace the maiden clean , Oil'd my slow tongue , and edg'd my sheepish ...
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... dubblers brighter far ; And ever - mair delighted may we be , I to meake Cursty fine , and Cursty me . Wud - Mad ( used by Spenser and other old writers ) . CURSTY . Right oft at schuil I've spelder'd owre thy Relph of Sebergham . 21.
... dubblers brighter far ; And ever - mair delighted may we be , I to meake Cursty fine , and Cursty me . Wud - Mad ( used by Spenser and other old writers ) . CURSTY . Right oft at schuil I've spelder'd owre thy Relph of Sebergham . 21.
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Страница 449 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Страница 448 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Страница 448 - Than years of toiling reason : Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season. Some silent laws our hearts will make, Which they shall long obey: We for the year to come may take Our temper from to-day. And from the blessed power that rolls About, below, above, We'll frame the measure of our souls : They shall be tuned to love. Then come, my Sister ! come, I pray, With speed put on your woodland dress ; And bring no book : for this one day We'll give to idleness.
Страница 451 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Страница 455 - No — man is dear to man ; the poorest poor Long for some moments in a weary life •' When they can know and feel that they have been, Themselves, the fathers and the dealers out Of some small blessings ; have been kind to such As needed kindness, for this single cause, That we have all of us one human heart.
Страница 477 - He has ta'en the table wi' his hand, He garr'd the red wine spring on hie — "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
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Страница 481 - We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, When a' the Carlisle bells were rung, And a thousand men on horse and foot Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroope along. Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water, Even where it flowed frae bank to brim, And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream.
Страница 506 - The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead, And all the village w,ept. Confusion, shame, remorse, despair, At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow, He shook, he groan'd, he fell. From the vain bride, ah, bride no more ! The varying crimson fled, "When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, She saw her husband dead.