A book of favourite modern ballads [ed. by J.C.]. |
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THE VICAR . . . . . . The Village BLACKSMITI . . . The Well of St . KEYNE . The
Wish . . . . . . THE WOODLAND HALLO . . . . There ' s XAE LUCK ABOUT THE
House . THK OF ME . . . . . WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' Town . YARROW
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THE VICAR . . . . . . The Village BLACKSMITI . . . The Well of St . KEYNE . The
Wish . . . . . . THE WOODLAND HALLO . . . . There ' s XAE LUCK ABOUT THE
House . THK OF ME . . . . . WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' Town . YARROW
UNVISITED ...
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THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . . . . . Harrison Weir . THINK OF ME . . . . . . . Birket
Foster . . A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE Birket Foster . . Robin REDBREAST . . .
Harrison Weir : 90 The Soldier ' S DREAM . . . . . G . H . Thomas : 94 THE OLD
GREEN ...
THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . . . . . Harrison Weir . THINK OF ME . . . . . . . Birket
Foster . . A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE Birket Foster . . Robin REDBREAST . . .
Harrison Weir : 90 The Soldier ' S DREAM . . . . . G . H . Thomas : 94 THE OLD
GREEN ...
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... 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 village - maidens of the plain Salute me
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... 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 village - maidens of the plain Salute me
...
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Last night , as sad I chanced to stray , The village death - bell smote my ear :
They wink ' d aside , and seem ' d to say , ' Countess , prepare : thy end is near ! '
“ And now , while happy peasants sleep , Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to
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Last night , as sad I chanced to stray , The village death - bell smote my ear :
They wink ' d aside , and seem ' d to say , ' Countess , prepare : thy end is near ! '
“ And now , while happy peasants sleep , Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to
...
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The village - maids , with fearful glance , Avoid the ancient moss - crown wall ,
Nor ever lead the merry dance Among the groves of ( ' umnor Hall . Full many a
traveller oft hath sigh ' d , And pensive wept the Countess ' fall , As , wandring ...
The village - maids , with fearful glance , Avoid the ancient moss - crown wall ,
Nor ever lead the merry dance Among the groves of ( ' umnor Hall . Full many a
traveller oft hath sigh ' d , And pensive wept the Countess ' fall , As , wandring ...
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Allen-a-Dale arms beautiful Bell beneath beside birds blessing blythe Bonnie breath bright charms cheer cried dark dead dear dream EDWIN face fair fall father Flow flowers friar friends gentle grave GRAY green hall hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill holy Hope I'll Inchcape King lady land lass leave light live lonely look look'd Lord loud meet MILE morn mother never night o'er poor pride Queen quoth remember rest Robin Rock round seen shade side sigh sing sleep smiled sorrow sound spring storm summer sweet swelling tears tell thee There's thou thought town trees true turn Twas vale village voice waves weep wild wind wish wonnot wood wooing o't Yarrow young
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Стр. 104 - When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Стр. 61 - In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. ' Stay — stay with us ! — rest ! — thou art weary and worn...
Стр. 26 - It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace, And the tall Pinta till the noon had held her close in chase.
Стр. 108 - THREE fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on 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.
Стр. 104 - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah! why should we undo it?
Стр. 104 - And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 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.
Стр. 38 - 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.