Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Volumen3Reginald Brimley Johnson Dent, 1894 |
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... youth , " he cried , " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings , Are trifling , and ...
... youth , " he cried , " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings , Are trifling , and ...
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... love , And playning of her pride . " Here bore him barefac'd on his bier Six proper youths and tall , And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk - yard wall . ” " And art thou dead , thou gentle youth ! The Friar of Orders Gray I I.
... love , And playning of her pride . " Here bore him barefac'd on his bier Six proper youths and tall , And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk - yard wall . ” " And art thou dead , thou gentle youth ! The Friar of Orders Gray I I.
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... 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 Weep no more , lady , weep no more , Thy sorrowe is in vaine : For ...
... 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 Weep no more , lady , weep no more , Thy sorrowe is in vaine : For ...
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... youth was he ? But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas , and woe is me ! " 66 Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever : One foot on sea and one on land , To one thing constant never . " Hadst thou been fond , he ...
... youth was he ? But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas , and woe is me ! " 66 Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever : One foot on sea and one on land , To one thing constant never . " Hadst thou been fond , he ...
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... youth , And didst thou dye for mee ? Then farewell home ; for ever - more A pilgrim I will bee . " But first upon my true - love's My weary limbs I'll lay , grave And thrice I'll kiss the green - grass turf , That wraps his breathless ...
... youth , And didst thou dye for mee ? Then farewell home ; for ever - more A pilgrim I will bee . " But first upon my true - love's My weary limbs I'll lay , grave And thrice I'll kiss the green - grass turf , That wraps his breathless ...
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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.