The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 страници |
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... rise to many controversies . An account of these would require more space than the ballads themselves , and would possess but little in- terest for the general reader . Sir Walter Scott's Dissertation on Popular Poetry , prefixed to the ...
... rise to many controversies . An account of these would require more space than the ballads themselves , and would possess but little in- terest for the general reader . Sir Walter Scott's Dissertation on Popular Poetry , prefixed to the ...
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... loveth , Yf they be charytable . For syth men wolde that women sholde Be meke to them each one , Moche more ought they to God obey , And serve but hym alone . ' O out o ' my stythe I winna rise THE NUT - BROWN MAYD . 17.
... loveth , Yf they be charytable . For syth men wolde that women sholde Be meke to them each one , Moche more ought they to God obey , And serve but hym alone . ' O out o ' my stythe I winna rise THE NUT - BROWN MAYD . 17.
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... rise , ( And it is not for the awe o ' thee , ) Till Kempion , the kingis son , Cum to the crag , and thrice 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 ...
... rise , ( And it is not for the awe o ' thee , ) Till Kempion , the kingis son , Cum to the crag , and thrice 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 ...
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... rise , Nor flee it for the fear o ' thee , Till Kempion , that courteous knight , Cum to the crag , and thrice kiss me .'- He's louted him o'er the lofty crag , And he has gi'en her kisses three : Awa she gaed , and again she cam , The ...
... rise , Nor flee it for the fear o ' thee , Till Kempion , that courteous knight , Cum to the crag , and thrice kiss me .'- He's louted him o'er the lofty crag , And he has gi'en her kisses three : Awa she gaed , and again she cam , The ...
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... rise to the ballad . In some versions , one brother is purposely slain by the other ; but in all , the noble and forgiving spirit of the victim , and the horror and remorse of the survivor make the strong points . THERE were twa ...
... rise to the ballad . In some versions , one brother is purposely slain by the other ; but in all , the noble and forgiving spirit of the victim , and the horror and remorse of the survivor make the strong points . THERE were twa ...
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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.