Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Volumen3Reginald Brimley Johnson Dent, 1894 |
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... holy shrine My true love thou didst see . " " And how should I know your true love From many another one ? " " O , by his cockle hat , and staff , And by his sandal shoone . " But chiefly by his face and mien , That were so fair to view ...
... holy shrine My true love thou didst see . " " And how should I know your true love From many another one ? " " O , by his cockle hat , and staff , And by his sandal shoone . " But chiefly by his face and mien , That were so fair to view ...
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... holy friar , My sorrow now reprove ; For I have lost the sweetest youth , That e'er wan ladyes love . " And nowe , alas ! for thy sad losse , I'll evermore weep and sigh : For thee I only wisht to live , For thee I wish to dye . " 66 ...
... holy friar , My sorrow now reprove ; For I have lost the sweetest youth , That e'er wan ladyes love . " And nowe , alas ! for thy sad losse , I'll evermore weep and sigh : For thee I only wisht to live , For thee I wish to dye . " 66 ...
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... , Since summer trees were leafy . " " Now say not soe , thou holy friar , I pray thee say not soe ; My love he had the truest heart : O he was ever true ! " And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd The Friar of Orders Gray 13.
... , Since summer trees were leafy . " " Now say not soe , thou holy friar , I pray thee say not soe ; My love he had the truest heart : O he was ever true ! " And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd The Friar of Orders Gray 13.
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... holy friar ; O stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me , Can wash my fault away . " " Yet stay , fair lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of gray Thy owne true - love appears ...
... holy friar ; O stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me , Can wash my fault away . " " Yet stay , fair lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of gray Thy owne true - love appears ...
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... holy vault doth hold- But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St. Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with knell ; But the sea - caves rung , and the wild winds sung , The dirge of lovely Rosabelle . W. SCOTT ...
... holy vault doth hold- But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St. Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with knell ; But the sea - caves rung , and the wild winds sung , The dirge of lovely Rosabelle . W. SCOTT ...
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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.