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1st Monk 1st Peas 2d Monk 2d Woman 3d Count Abbess Alruna angels bird Bishop Bishop of Bamberg blessed blood child Christ Conrad Count Walter dare daughter dead Dietrich dost dreams earth Eisenach Eliz Elizabeth enters Exeunt eyes fair fair ladies faith flesh fool Gerard give God's gold grace Guta hand hast hath hear heart heaven heigh-ho holy honour husband Isen Isentrudis King of Hungary Kitzingen Lady Landgrave Landgravine Lewis live look Lord madam maids Marpurg master mighty moorland mother never night noble nought nurse o'er Odin Pama poor pray prayers priest princess rich saint Scene shame shaveling singing sleep smiles Soph soul speak spirit starving sweet tell thee thine things thou Thuringia Twas Varila Voice Wartburg watch weep wife word
Стр. 234 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee.
Стр. 253 - THE world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain ; And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown Can never come over again, Sweet wife ; No, never come over again. For woman is warm though man be cold, And the night will hallow the day ; Till the heart which at even was weary and old Can rise in the morning gay, Sweet wife ; To its work in the morning gay.
Стр. 235 - Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come...
Стр. 233 - O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!
Стр. 280 - When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay ; While the rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, And the walls let in the day. " When we lay in the burning fever On the mud of the cold clay floor, Till you parted us all for three months, squire, At the dreary workhouse door.
Стр. 276 - But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be; So the King's ships sailed on Aves, and quite put down were we. All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night; And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded, from the fight.
Стр. 281 - She looked at the tuft of clover, And wept till her heart grew light ; And at last, when her passion was over, Went wandering into the night. But the merry brown hares came leaping Over the uplands still, Where the clover and corn lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill.
Стр. 233 - The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see. The rolling mist came down and hid the land: And never home came she.
Стр. 235 - THREE fishers went sailing out into the west, — Out into the west as the sun went down ; Each thought of the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep ; And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the light-house tower, And trimmed the lamps as the sun went down...