A Book of Favourite Modern BalladsJ. C. W. Kent & Company, 1860 - Всего страниц: 167 |
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... didst thou rend it from that hall , Where , scornful Earl , it well was prized ? " And when you first to me made suit , How fair I was , you oft would say ; And , proud of conquest , pluck'd the fruit , Then left the blossom to decay ...
... didst thou rend it from that hall , Where , scornful Earl , it well was prized ? " And when you first to me made suit , How fair I was , you oft would say ; And , proud of conquest , pluck'd the fruit , Then left the blossom to decay ...
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... didst thou wed a country maid , When some fair princess might be thine ? " Why didst thou praise my humble charms , And , oh ! then leave them to decay ? Why didst thou win me to thy arms , Then leave me mourn the livelong day ? " The ...
... didst thou wed a country maid , When some fair princess might be thine ? " Why didst thou praise my humble charms , And , oh ! then leave them to decay ? Why didst thou win me to thy arms , Then leave me mourn the livelong day ? " The ...
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... didst see ? " " And how should I know your true love From many another one ? " " O , by his cockle hat and staff , And by his sandal shoone ; " But chiefly by his face and mien , That were so fair to view ; His flaxen locks that sweetly ...
... didst see ? " " And how should I know your true love From many another one ? " " O , by his cockle hat and staff , And by his sandal shoone ; " But chiefly by his face and mien , That were so fair to view ; His flaxen locks that sweetly ...
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... didst thou dye for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of stone ! " " O weep not , lady , weep not soe : Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart , Ne teares bedew thy cheek . " " O do not , do not , holy friar , My ...
... didst thou dye for love of me ! Break , cruel heart of stone ! " " O weep not , lady , weep not soe : Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart , Ne teares bedew thy cheek . " " O do not , do not , holy friar , My ...
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... ; My love he had the truest heart : O , he was ever true ! And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd youth , And didst thou dye for mee ? Then farewell home ; for evermore A pilgrim I will bee .もら " But first upon my true - love's grave My.
... ; My love he had the truest heart : O , he was ever true ! And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd youth , And didst thou dye for mee ? Then farewell home ; for evermore A pilgrim I will bee .もら " But first upon my true - love's grave My.
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A-hunting Afton Allen-a-Dale AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beneath Birket Foster blythe bride bright C. W. Cope charms cried CUMNOR HALL didst dream Duncan EDMUND EVANS EDWIN AND ANGELINA Excelsior EXCELSIOR Longfellow fair famous victory father flowers FRIAR OF ORDERS G. H. Thomas GLEAM OF SUNSHINE Hallò Harrison Weir hast Hazeldean heard heart heav'n HERMIT OF DREUX Hollo INCHCAPE ROCK John Barleycorn KEYNE KING HENRY lady LOCHINVAR lonely look'd LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER loud MILE OF EDINBRO MILL-STREAM mother night o'er OLD GREEN LANE ORDERS GRAY pass'd Queen quoth RICHMOND HILL river Dee ROBIN REDBREAST round RUPERT'S MARCH Samuel Palmer seem'd sigh sigh'd sing sleep smiled sorrow SPANISH ARMADA steed stormy SUMMER WOODS sweet tears There's nae luck tree turn'd Twas vale village waves weep whisp'ring with thee whoop wild William Harvey wind wooing o't YARROW VISITED
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Стр. 65 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 33 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Стр. 8 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Стр. 57 - As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
Стр. 33 - TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Стр. 149 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Стр. 24 - I Remember, I Remember. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember...
Стр. 30 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
Стр. 147 - IT was a summer evening. Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Стр. 38 - I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.