The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain: Historical, Traditional and Romantic: to which are Added, a Selection of Modern Imitations and Some TranslationsJoseph S. Moore H. Washbourne & Company, 1853 - 871 páginas |
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... blood the wear wete . Ther was never a freak wone foot wolde fle , But still in stour dyd stand , Heawyng on yche othar , whyll the myght dre , With many a bal ful brande . This battell begane in Chyviat An owar befor the none , And ...
... blood the wear wete . Ther was never a freak wone foot wolde fle , But still in stour dyd stand , Heawyng on yche othar , whyll the myght dre , With many a bal ful brande . This battell begane in Chyviat An owar befor the none , And ...
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... blood , Thy cheefest harts to slay . Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe , And thus in rage did say― Ere thus I will out - braved bee , One of us two shall dye : I know thee well , an erle thou art , Lord Percy , soe am I. But trust me ...
... blood , Thy cheefest harts to slay . Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe , And thus in rage did say― Ere thus I will out - braved bee , One of us two shall dye : I know thee well , an erle thou art , Lord Percy , soe am I. But trust me ...
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... blood , like drops of rain , They trickling down did feele . Yeeld thee , Lord Percy , Douglas sayd ; In faith I will thee bringe Where thou shalt high advanced bee By James , our Scottish king . Thy ransome I will freely give , And ...
... blood , like drops of rain , They trickling down did feele . Yeeld thee , Lord Percy , Douglas sayd ; In faith I will thee bringe Where thou shalt high advanced bee By James , our Scottish king . Thy ransome I will freely give , And ...
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... by him came . With wealth that he by roguery got , Eight alms - houses he built , Thinking thereby to purge the blot Such was their blind devotion then , Depending on their 98 Of blood which he had spilt . A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD .
... by him came . With wealth that he by roguery got , Eight alms - houses he built , Thinking thereby to purge the blot Such was their blind devotion then , Depending on their 98 Of blood which he had spilt . A TRUE TALE OF ROBIN HOOD .
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... blood That him invaded not . Nor would he injure husbandmen , That toil at cart and plough ; For well he knew wer't not for them To live no man knew how . The king in person , with some lords , To Nottingham did ride , To try what ...
... blood That him invaded not . Nor would he injure husbandmen , That toil at cart and plough ; For well he knew wer't not for them To live no man knew how . The king in person , with some lords , To Nottingham did ride , To try what ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abbot agayne anon awaye ballad beggar blood castle Catskin Childe Maurice daughter daye dear dere doth Earle Ettricke Foreste fair fast father fayre fear fight Foreste frae gentle gentyll knyght gold green grene wode grete hand hast hath heart heire of Linne Humphrey king knight kynge lady ladye land Little John litulle lord Lytell Johan merry mery Moche monke myght ne'er never noble Notyngham o'er Outlaw Percy Percy Society potter pounde pray pretty Bessee proud sheryf queen quoth Ritson Roben Robin Hood Robyn Hode sayd Robyn saye Scadlock screffe seid seyde shee sholde Sir John Savage Sir William Stanley soon sore sweet sword tell thee ther theyr thou art thou shalt thow thre toke tree Twas unto Whan wolde wyfe wyll yemen young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 688 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Página 699 - 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.
Página 697 - 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?
Página 684 - He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Página 685 - 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...
Página 690 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust.
Página 592 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ! For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 686 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 692 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise.
Página 684 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.