English Songs and BalladsG. Richards, 1902 - 352 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xii
... ' the toun , The feathered songster chanticleer , The fountains mingle with the river , The glories of our blood and state , 284 10 158 184 161 . PAGE The harp that once through Tara's halls , 271 xii SONGS AND BALLADS.
... ' the toun , The feathered songster chanticleer , The fountains mingle with the river , The glories of our blood and state , 284 10 158 184 161 . PAGE The harp that once through Tara's halls , 271 xii SONGS AND BALLADS.
الصفحة xiv
... blood , 157 100 278 265 86 180 81 225 Why do ye weep , sweet babes ? Can tears , . Why so pale and wan , fond lover , 115 121 With fingers weary and worn , 301 Ye gentlemen of England , 125 Ye little birds that sit and sing , 11 Ye ...
... blood , 157 100 278 265 86 180 81 225 Why do ye weep , sweet babes ? Can tears , . Why so pale and wan , fond lover , 115 121 With fingers weary and worn , 301 Ye gentlemen of England , 125 Ye little birds that sit and sing , 11 Ye ...
الصفحة 10
... blood and state Åre shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some ...
... blood and state Åre shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade . Some ...
الصفحة 16
... blood of lusty grapes , In a thousand lusty shapes Dance upon the mazer's brim , In the crimson liquor swim ; From thy plenteous hand divine Let a river run with wine : God of youth , let this day here Enter neither care nor fear . A ...
... blood of lusty grapes , In a thousand lusty shapes Dance upon the mazer's brim , In the crimson liquor swim ; From thy plenteous hand divine Let a river run with wine : God of youth , let this day here Enter neither care nor fear . A ...
الصفحة 69
... blood Thy chiefest harts to slay . ' Then Douglas swore a solemn oath , And thus in rage did say : ' Ere thus I will outbravèd be , One of us two shall die : I know thee well ! An earl thou art , Lord Percy . So am I. ' But , trust me ...
... blood Thy chiefest harts to slay . ' Then Douglas swore a solemn oath , And thus in rage did say : ' Ere thus I will outbravèd be , One of us two shall die : I know thee well ! An earl thou art , Lord Percy . So am I. ' But , trust me ...
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Agincourt Allan Water Allen-a-Dale ANONYMOUS auld auld lang syne birds blood blow bonny Braes of Yarrow brave bride bright busk Camelot cheer cold cried dead dear death doth Earl eyes fair father fear flowers frae gallant gold gone grave Gray green Greensleeves hand hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven heir of Linne High trolollie Inchcape Rock John king kiss Lady of Shalott land lassie light live looked Lord loud luve maid Mariner merry moon morning mother Nanie ne'er never night noble Nut-brown Maid o'er Oriana poor pray pretty Bessee quoth Robin Gray rose round sail ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep SONGS AND BALLADS sorrow soul spake stood stormy sweet tears tell thee There's thine thro Twas unto waves weary weep wife wild wind wood wooing o't young
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الصفحة 242 - River where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
الصفحة 265 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
الصفحة 202 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
الصفحة 260 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 120 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
الصفحة 177 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
الصفحة 212 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
الصفحة 212 - 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.
الصفحة 207 - This body dropt not down Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
الصفحة 239 - I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; —Her beauty made me glad. ' Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ?' ' How many ? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me.