A Book of Ballads, Old and NewGuido Hermann Stempel H. Holt, 1917 - 329 páginas |
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... And Peace went with them , one and all , And each calm pillow spread ; But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed ; And drew my midnight curtains round With fingers bloody red ! " All night I lay in agony , In anguish dark ...
... And Peace went with them , one and all , And each calm pillow spread ; But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed ; And drew my midnight curtains round With fingers bloody red ! " All night I lay in agony , In anguish dark ...
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Términos y frases comunes
abbot Barbara Allan bespake Bewick blood bonnie wee croodlin Brackley bride bully Captain Car castle Cheviot Child Compare Cruel Brother dance dance-song daughter dead dear dialogue dogies doughty Douglas Douglas Tragedy English fair father fight frae friar Gay Goshawk gold Graham Gummere hame hand head Hind Etin Hind Horn Hobby Noble horse incremental repetition Johnie Johnie Armstrong Kemp Owyne King Estmere knee Laily Worm land leaping and lingering Little John mak my bed maun merry mother narrative ne'er never night o'er oh mak Otterburn poem poetry popular ballads Proud Lady Margaret quoth refrain ride rime Robin Hood rode saddle says Scotch sheriff side singing slain song stanza steed story sung Sweet William's Ghost sword ta'en tell thee Three Ravens tree Twa Sisters wee croodlin dow wife word Young Beichan
Pasajes populares
Página 160 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! — "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ! They'll have fleet steeds that follow !
Página 196 - Ho! maidens of Vienna; ho! matrons of Lucerne; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Página 195 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Página 210 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Página 211 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Página 201 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Página 159 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 197 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 202 - On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Página 194 - ... rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.