The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets, Clergymen, and Public SpeakersJ. W. Bouton, 1874 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... Ballads . ' Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw , I dearly lo'e the west , For there the bonnie lassie lives . The ... Ballad of Robin Hood . Alderelde , extreme old age . Alderfirst , first of all . Then Tonda forthwith alderfirst On ...
... Ballads . ' Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw , I dearly lo'e the west , For there the bonnie lassie lives . The ... Ballad of Robin Hood . Alderelde , extreme old age . Alderfirst , first of all . Then Tonda forthwith alderfirst On ...
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... Ballad of Gilderoy . Benothinged , annihilated . Bent , the open field - where the long grass grows . Benty , overgrown with long coarse grass . ' Lay the bent to the bonny broom .'- Old English Song . Besmirch , besmear . Betterness ...
... Ballad of Gilderoy . Benothinged , annihilated . Bent , the open field - where the long grass grows . Benty , overgrown with long coarse grass . ' Lay the bent to the bonny broom .'- Old English Song . Besmirch , besmear . Betterness ...
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... Ballad of Fause Foodrage . There were three lords birling at the wine , On the dowie dens o ' Yarrow , They made a compact them between , They would go fecht to - morrow . Motherwell's Ancient Minstrelsy . On the playne grene was ...
... Ballad of Fause Foodrage . There were three lords birling at the wine , On the dowie dens o ' Yarrow , They made a compact them between , They would go fecht to - morrow . Motherwell's Ancient Minstrelsy . On the playne grene was ...
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... Ballad of the Gardener Lad , Vol . ii . of Buchan's Collection of Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland , occurs the passage , - Your gloves shall be o ' the green clover Come lockerin ' to your hand Well dropped o'er wi ...
... Ballad of the Gardener Lad , Vol . ii . of Buchan's Collection of Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland , occurs the passage , - Your gloves shall be o ' the green clover Come lockerin ' to your hand Well dropped o'er wi ...
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... Ballad . Blear - eyed , with dull , cloudy eyes . Blin , Blynn , } to stop ; to cease . They shall be blenked ere they blinn . Ritson's Ancient Songs and Ballads , Vol . I. p . 49 . Withouten blin , ( without ceasing . ) - Ben Jonson ...
... Ballad . Blear - eyed , with dull , cloudy eyes . Blin , Blynn , } to stop ; to cease . They shall be blenked ere they blinn . Ritson's Ancient Songs and Ballads , Vol . I. p . 49 . Withouten blin , ( without ceasing . ) - Ben Jonson ...
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The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets ... Charles Mackay Полный просмотр - 1879 |
The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets ... Charles Mackay Полный просмотр - 1874 |
The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets ... Charles Mackay Полный просмотр - 1879 |
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adjective Allan Ramsay Allan Ramsay's Scotch America ancient Anglo-Saxon applied auld Ballad Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful Ben Jonson blow bonnie Border Minstrelsy called Cantab Chaucer child common corruption Cumberland Cursor Mundi derived Dictionary diminutive Drayton English Language English word Epistle expression Faerie Queene fair formerly French German grass heart Henry Idem Jonson King lady land lass literature Lord meaning merry Metrical Romance Midsummer Night's Dream Milton Mirror for Magistrates modern word Morte Arthur muckle never night North of England o'er obsolete past participle Percy's Reliques person phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetry Polyolbion preterite Provincial Glossary quoted by Halliwell quoted by Nares Ramsay's Scotch Proverbs rede rhyme Robert Burns Romance of Sir root says Scotland Scottish Border sense Shakspeare Shanter Shrew signifies Spenser sweet synonyme Tale thee thou tongue tree verb vulgar whence the modern wife wind
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Стр. 37 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Стр. 212 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth...
Стр. 179 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 18 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo.
Стр. 181 - King ! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us ! God save the King!
Стр. 26 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Стр. 49 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Стр. 81 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Стр. 109 - I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
Стр. 191 - Blows in your face. I fear your disposition : That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use.