The Book of Ballads, Ancient and ModernVirtue, Spalding, and Company, 1875 - Всего страниц: 870 |
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... the earliest known of the Robin Hood pieces . N somer when the shawes be sheyne , And leves be large and longe , Hit is fulle mery in feyre foreste To here the foulys song . 18 To se the dere draw to the dale ,. 17 Robin Hood and the Monk .
... the earliest known of the Robin Hood pieces . N somer when the shawes be sheyne , And leves be large and longe , Hit is fulle mery in feyre foreste To here the foulys song . 18 To se the dere draw to the dale ,. 17 Robin Hood and the Monk .
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... foreste , Under the leves grene , The proud sheryfe of Notyngham , Therfore he had grete tene . The sheryf there fayled of Robyn Hode , He myght not have his pray , Then he awayted that gentyll knyght . Bothe by nyght and by daye . Ever ...
... foreste , Under the leves grene , The proud sheryfe of Notyngham , Therfore he had grete tene . The sheryf there fayled of Robyn Hode , He myght not have his pray , Then he awayted that gentyll knyght . Bothe by nyght and by daye . Ever ...
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... foreste , Under the grene wode tre , We lyve by our kynges dere , Other shyft have not we ; We And ye have chyrches and rentes both , And gold full grete plentè ; Gyve us some of your spendynge , For saynt Charytè . ' Than bespake our ...
... foreste , Under the grene wode tre , We lyve by our kynges dere , Other shyft have not we ; We And ye have chyrches and rentes both , And gold full grete plentè ; Gyve us some of your spendynge , For saynt Charytè . ' Than bespake our ...
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... Foreste is a feir foreste , In it grows manie a semelie trie ; There's hart and hynd , and dae and rae , And of a ' wilde beastes grete plentie , F 195 There's a feir castelle , bigged wi ' lyme and. The Outlaw Murray . The Outlaw Murray ...
... Foreste is a feir foreste , In it grows manie a semelie trie ; There's hart and hynd , and dae and rae , And of a ' wilde beastes grete plentie , F 195 There's a feir castelle , bigged wi ' lyme and. The Outlaw Murray . The Outlaw Murray ...
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... Foreste , Counted him nought , nor a ' his courtrie gay . ' I make a vowe , ' then the gude king said , • Unto the man that deir bought me , I'se either be king of Ettricke Foreste , Or king of Scotlonde that Outlaw sall be ! Then spak ...
... Foreste , Counted him nought , nor a ' his courtrie gay . ' I make a vowe , ' then the gude king said , • Unto the man that deir bought me , I'se either be king of Ettricke Foreste , Or king of Scotlonde that Outlaw sall be ! Then spak ...
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Стр. 691 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 683 - Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Стр. 685 - 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. 590 - Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might.
Стр. 684 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Стр. 683 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners hollo!
Стр. 696 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Стр. 695 - The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Стр. 696 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy. Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. 'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Стр. 695 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?