Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Volumen3Reginald Brimley Johnson Dent, 1894 |
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... SISTER HELEN 257 H. KINGSLEY . THE BLACKBIRD'S SONG 268 The Boy in Grey . CHRISTINA ROSSETTI . MAIDEN SONG LOVE FROM THE NORTH MAUDE CLARE • 269 277 279 SEBASTIAN EVANS . THE SEVEN FIDDLERS 282 W. M. PRAED . SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON MOOR ...
... SISTER HELEN 257 H. KINGSLEY . THE BLACKBIRD'S SONG 268 The Boy in Grey . CHRISTINA ROSSETTI . MAIDEN SONG LOVE FROM THE NORTH MAUDE CLARE • 269 277 279 SEBASTIAN EVANS . THE SEVEN FIDDLERS 282 W. M. PRAED . SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON MOOR ...
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... HELEN LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI— Headpiece I met a lady in the meads Tailpiece THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM- And one with a heavy stone It stands before me now HEADPIECE TO ... SISTER HELEN HEADPIECE TO List of Illustrations XV WILLY AND HELEN.
... HELEN LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI— Headpiece I met a lady in the meads Tailpiece THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM- And one with a heavy stone It stands before me now HEADPIECE TO ... SISTER HELEN HEADPIECE TO List of Illustrations XV WILLY AND HELEN.
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Reginald Brimley Johnson. HEADPIECE TO DAFT JEAN HEADPIECE TO SISTER HELEN HEADPIECE TO MAUDE CLARE TAILPIECE TO MAUDE CLARE TAILPIECE TO THE SEVEN FIDDLERS PAGE 244 257 279 281 283 The Hermit " TURN , gentle hermit of the dale. xvi Popular ...
Reginald Brimley Johnson. HEADPIECE TO DAFT JEAN HEADPIECE TO SISTER HELEN HEADPIECE TO MAUDE CLARE TAILPIECE TO MAUDE CLARE TAILPIECE TO THE SEVEN FIDDLERS PAGE 244 257 279 281 283 The Hermit " TURN , gentle hermit of the dale. xvi Popular ...
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Reginald Brimley Johnson. Sister Helen " WHY did you melt your waxen man , Sister Helen ? To - day is the third since you began . " " The time was long , yet the time ran , Little brother . " ( 0 Mother ... Sister Helen 257 SISTER HELEN.
Reginald Brimley Johnson. Sister Helen " WHY did you melt your waxen man , Sister Helen ? To - day is the third since you began . " " The time was long , yet the time ran , Little brother . " ( 0 Mother ... Sister Helen 257 SISTER HELEN.
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... Sister Helen , That Keith of Ewern's like to die . " " And he and thou , and thou and I , Little brother . " ( 0 Mother , Mary Mother , And they and we , between Hell and Heaven ! ) " Three days ago , on his marriage - morn , Sister Helen ...
... Sister Helen , That Keith of Ewern's like to die . " " And he and thou , and thou and I , Little brother . " ( 0 Mother , Mary Mother , And they and we , between Hell and Heaven ! ) " Three days ago , on his marriage - morn , Sister Helen ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms Baron beneath bird blood boat bold bonny bower bride bright cauldron Ceridwen cheek Christabel CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Cockpen Coldinghame cried cross'd dame dead deep dream Earl Earlsburn eyes face fair fast father fear fell frae friar gentle Geraldine Gwenwynwyn Gwion hand hast hath head heard heart Hell and Heaven Imogine John Barleycorn king knight lady lady's land of mist light Little brother Lochinvar look look'd lord loud maid maidens Mary Mother Meggan merry mist moon Nautilus Nelly Gray never o'er pale pass'd pray quoth Ravelston ride Roland de Vaux rose round sail Sally Brown sang shines ship silent sing Sir Leoline Sister Helen skipper sleep smile song soul spake St Keyne steed stone stood sweet T. L. PEACOCK thee thou turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest ween wild wind young
Pasajes populares
Página 123 - FIRST VOICE. But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind? SECOND VOICE. The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high Or we shall be belated : For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.
Página 10 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we. He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Página 104 - IT is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. ' 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.
Página 87 - And slowly rolled her eyes around; Then drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet, and full in view, Behold! her bosom and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell!
Página 138 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps...
Página 141 - 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 113 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Página 154 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms ; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot...
Página 126 - The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Página 2 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray.