The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 страници |
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... Kissed them baith cheek and chin : O fare ye weel , my ain two babes , For I'll never see you again . ' She set her foot upon the ship , No mariners could she behold ; But the sails were o ' the taffetie , And the masts o ' the beaten ...
... Kissed them baith cheek and chin : O fare ye weel , my ain two babes , For I'll never see you again . ' She set her foot upon the ship , No mariners could she behold ; But the sails were o ' the taffetie , And the masts o ' the beaten ...
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... kiss me .'- He has louted him o'er the dizzy crag , And gien the monster kisses ane ; Awa she gaed , and again she cam , The fiery est beast that ever was seen . THE CHILDE OF ELLE . IN first publishing this delightful 18.
... kiss me .'- He has louted him o'er the dizzy crag , And gien the monster kisses ane ; Awa she gaed , and again she cam , The fiery est beast that ever was seen . THE CHILDE OF ELLE . IN first publishing this delightful 18.
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... kiss me " - He's louted him o'er the Estmere crag , And he has gi'en her kisses twa : Awa she gaed , and again she cam , The fieryest beast that ever you saw . ' O out of my den I winna rise , Nor flee it for the fear o ' thee , Till ...
... kiss me " - He's louted him o'er the Estmere crag , And he has gi'en her kisses twa : Awa she gaed , and again she cam , The fieryest beast that ever you saw . ' O out of my den I winna rise , Nor flee it for the fear o ' thee , Till ...
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... kiss ; they shrieke- Who's this ? I answer naught , but ho , ho , ho ! Yet now and then , the maids to please , At midnight I card up their wooll ; And while they sleepe and take their ease , With wheel , to threads , their flax I pull ...
... kiss ; they shrieke- Who's this ? I answer naught , but ho , ho , ho ! Yet now and then , the maids to please , At midnight I card up their wooll ; And while they sleepe and take their ease , With wheel , to threads , their flax I pull ...
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... kissed baith cheik and chin ; I was ance as fou o ' Gil Morrice , As the hip is o ' the stane . I bore ye in my fathers house , Wi ' meikle sin and shame ; I brocht ye up in the grene wode , Under the heavy rain . Oft have I by thy ...
... kissed baith cheik and chin ; I was ance as fou o ' Gil Morrice , As the hip is o ' the stane . I bore ye in my fathers house , Wi ' meikle sin and shame ; I brocht ye up in the grene wode , Under the heavy rain . Oft have I by thy ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 71 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Страница 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.
Страница 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
Страница 61 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ; And how she wept and...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.