Ballads and romancesWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... sail upon the sea ? " Be't wind , be't weet , be't hail , be❜t sleet , Our ship must sail the faem ; The King's daughter of Noroway , ' Tis we must fetch her hame . " They hoisted their sails on Monenday morn Wi ' a SIR PATRICK SPENS ...
... sail upon the sea ? " Be't wind , be't weet , be't hail , be❜t sleet , Our ship must sail the faem ; The King's daughter of Noroway , ' Tis we must fetch her hame . " They hoisted their sails on Monenday morn Wi ' a SIR PATRICK SPENS ...
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... sails the morn . " " Now ever alack ! my master dear ! I fear a deadly storm . " I saw the new moon late yest're'en , Wi ' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea , master ! I fear we will come to harm . " They hadna sail'd a ...
... sails the morn . " " Now ever alack ! my master dear ! I fear a deadly storm . " I saw the new moon late yest're'en , Wi ' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea , master ! I fear we will come to harm . " They hadna sail'd a ...
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... sailing to the strand . And lang , lang may the maidens sit , Wi ' the gowd kaims in their hair , Awaiting for their ain dear loves , — For them they'll see nae mair . Half owre , half owre , to Aberdour , It's SIR PATRICK SPENS . 55.
... sailing to the strand . And lang , lang may the maidens sit , Wi ' the gowd kaims in their hair , Awaiting for their ain dear loves , — For them they'll see nae mair . Half owre , half owre , to Aberdour , It's SIR PATRICK SPENS . 55.
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... sail wi ' me , It's I would gae to my true Love , Sin ' he winna come to me ! " Her father's gi'en her a bonny ship ... sailing About a IV . - 7 FAIR ANNIE OF LOCHROYAN . 97 Fair Annie of Lochroyan.
... sail wi ' me , It's I would gae to my true Love , Sin ' he winna come to me ! " Her father's gi'en her a bonny ship ... sailing About a IV . - 7 FAIR ANNIE OF LOCHROYAN . 97 Fair Annie of Lochroyan.
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William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. 66 She hadna been on the sea sailing About a month or more , Till landed has she [ frae ] her bonny ship Near her true Love's door . The night was dark , and the wind blew cauld , And her ...
William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. 66 She hadna been on the sea sailing About a month or more , Till landed has she [ frae ] her bonny ship Near her true Love's door . The night was dark , and the wind blew cauld , And her ...
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Стр. 183 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Стр. 187 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Стр. 187 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn yet still move onward ; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Стр. 238 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 192 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Стр. 179 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Стр. 239 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Стр. 237 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Стр. 240 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
Стр. 194 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart No voice; but oh!