The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 страници |
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... ROSE • 117 FAUSE FOODRAGE 58 SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE 42 FRENNETT HALL 128 SIR PATRICK SPENS • 33 • 81 GENEVIEVE GIL MORRICE 60 THE BONNIE BAIRNS THE CLERK'S TWA SONS o ' OWSENFORD . 120 GLENFINLAS 35 82 THE CRUEL SISTER • • 134 HEIRE OF ...
... ROSE • 117 FAUSE FOODRAGE 58 SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE 42 FRENNETT HALL 128 SIR PATRICK SPENS • 33 • 81 GENEVIEVE GIL MORRICE 60 THE BONNIE BAIRNS THE CLERK'S TWA SONS o ' OWSENFORD . 120 GLENFINLAS 35 82 THE CRUEL SISTER • • 134 HEIRE OF ...
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... fatherless , And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing , And yield to each his right , Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite . เ My Rosamond , my only Rose , That pleasest THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD .
... fatherless , And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing , And yield to each his right , Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite . เ My Rosamond , my only Rose , That pleasest THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD .
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... rose For mastership did strive . Yea Rosamond , fair Rosamond , Her name was called so , To whom our queene , dame Elinor , Was known a deadlye foe . The king , therefore , for her defence , Against the ... Rose , my sweetest Rose ? ' 8.
... rose For mastership did strive . Yea Rosamond , fair Rosamond , Her name was called so , To whom our queene , dame Elinor , Was known a deadlye foe . The king , therefore , for her defence , Against the ... Rose , my sweetest Rose ? ' 8.
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Samuel Carter Hall. Why grieves my Rose , my sweetest Rose ? ' And therewithall he fetcht a sigh , I. เ My Rosamond , my only Rose , That pleasest best mine eye : The fairest flower in all the worlde To feed my fantasye : The flower of ...
Samuel Carter Hall. Why grieves my Rose , my sweetest Rose ? ' And therewithall he fetcht a sigh , I. เ My Rosamond , my only Rose , That pleasest best mine eye : The fairest flower in all the worlde To feed my fantasye : The flower of ...
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... rose , And called his merrye men all : ' And come thou forth , Sir John the knighte , Thy ladye is carried to thrall . ' Fair Emmeline scant had ridden a mile A mile forth of the towne , When she was aware of her fathers men Come ...
... rose , And called his merrye men all : ' And come thou forth , Sir John the knighte , Thy ladye is carried to thrall . ' Fair Emmeline scant had ridden a mile A mile forth of the towne , When she was aware of her fathers men Come ...
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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.