English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Volume 8Francis James Child 1858 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abbot Ancient baith Bonny Hind bonny lass brave Captain Wedderburn's Courtship Catskin cauld copy daughter dear doth doun dragon father fause knicht fell Ffor flayle frae gane gang Geordie George Wharton Gernutus Gight gold gude hand Harl hath heart heire of Linne hireman chiel horse ilka John John Dory jovial hunter king knight land lord maid maun merry miller mony nane ne'er neist never noble o'er Old Ballads Percy Percy Society pound pray PROUD LADY MARGARET quoth Reedisdale Richard Whittington Richie Storie ride Ritson's Rowlestone Samson sayd scho sing Songs sonnes squire stanza story sweet Tamworth tanner tell thaire thee thou hast Thou shalt thy horn trow unto wee boy weel Whittington wife Wind well thy wolde ye maun Ye'll yetts young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 9 - And then your grace need not make any doubt But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be gone so soone!
Página 7 - Now three weeks space to thee will I give. And that is the longest time thou hast to live; For if thou dost not answer my questions three, Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to mee.
Página 8 - Away rode the abbot all sad at that word, And he rode to Cambridge, and Oxenford ; But never a doctor there was so wise, That could with his learning an answer devise.
Página 65 - Nought save a rope with renning noose, That dangling hung up o'er his head. And over it in broad letters, These words were written so plain to see : " Ah ! gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyselfe to penurie?
Página 8 - I must give; That I have but three days more to live : For if I do not answer him questions three, My head will be smitten from my bodie.
Página 257 - BELL'S Edition, revised. With Preliminary Essay by the Rev. WW SKEAT, MA 4 vols. y. 6d. each. EARLY BALLADS AND SONGS OF THE PEASANTRY OF ENGLAND.
Página 129 - I'll tell ye. Devoured he poor children three, That could not with him grapple ; And at one sup he eat them up, As one would eat an apple. All sorts of cattle this dragon did eat. Some say he ate up trees. And that the forests sure he would Devour up by degrees : For houses and churches were to him geese and turkies ; He ate all, and left none behind, But some stones, dear Jack, that he could not crack. Which on the hills you will find.
Página 7 - For except thou canst answer me questions three, Thy head shall be smitten from thy bodie. And first, quo...
Página 34 - Thus they went all along unto the millers house : Where they were seething of puddings and souse : The miller first enter'd in, after him went the king ; Never came hee in soe smoakye a house. Now, quoth hee, let me see here what you are. Quoth our king, looke your fill, and doe not spare, I like well thy countenance, thou hast an honest face ; With my son Richard this night thou shalt lye.
Página 8 - With his crowne of golde so fair on his head, Among all his liege-men so noble of birth, To within one penny of what he is worth. " The seconde, to tell him, without any doubt, How soone he may ride this whole world about.