Ballads and romancesWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Kegan Paul, Trench, 1890 - English poetry |
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... chose he , That they should go to meet his father Between those two hosts fair and free . And Mordred charged his host In like manner most certainly , That no man should no weapons stir Without sword drawn KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . II.
... chose he , That they should go to meet his father Between those two hosts fair and free . And Mordred charged his host In like manner most certainly , That no man should no weapons stir Without sword drawn KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . II.
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... father trust , Nor the father the son certainly . Alack ! this was a woeful case As ever was in Christentie . But when they were met together there , And agreed of all things as it should be , - And a month's league then there was ...
... father trust , Nor the father the son certainly . Alack ! this was a woeful case As ever was in Christentie . But when they were met together there , And agreed of all things as it should be , - And a month's league then there was ...
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... father a wound certainly . But there died Sir Mordred Presently upon that tree . But or ere the King return'd again , His butler was dead certainly . Then bespake him noble King Arthur , — These were the words said he : Says " Take my ...
... father a wound certainly . But there died Sir Mordred Presently upon that tree . But or ere the King return'd again , His butler was dead certainly . Then bespake him noble King Arthur , — These were the words said he : Says " Take my ...
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... father dear- " My daughter ! I say Nay : Remember well the King of Spain , What he said yesterday ! " He would pull down my halls and castles , And reave me of my life : And ever I fear that paynim King If I reave him of his wife ...
... father dear- " My daughter ! I say Nay : Remember well the King of Spain , What he said yesterday ! " He would pull down my halls and castles , And reave me of my life : And ever I fear that paynim King If I reave him of his wife ...
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... father's hall For my love you will die . " " It is for your love , fair Lady ! That all this dole I drie : But if you would comfort me with a kiss , Then I were brought from bale to bliss , — No longer here would I lie . " " Alas ! so ...
... father's hall For my love you will die . " " It is for your love , fair Lady ! That all this dole I drie : But if you would comfort me with a kiss , Then I were brought from bale to bliss , — No longer here would I lie . " " Alas ! so ...
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Aldingar ancient Mariner anon auld ballad bonny bower bright call'd Child Maurice Clerk Saunders daughter dead dear death Dodhead door Earl Edom eyes fair fair lady fast fear frae gane Glasgerion Glenkindie gold green gude HAMADRYAD hame hand hath head hear heard heart Heir of Linne Hell and Heaven Janet Judas Iscariot King Estmere knee lady land light Little brother Little John look'd lord loud mair mantle Mary Mother merry moon ne'er never night o'er old Brown Osawatomie Osawatomie Brown owre pass'd Percy Percy Folio pray Queen quoth Rhaicos ride Robin Hood rose sail seem'd ship Sir Aldingar Sir Cawline Sir Patrick Spens Sister Helen slain soul of Judas spake steed stood sweet sword ta'en tell thee thou took tree true Love turn'd Twas unto weel wife Willie wind winna wood
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Page 183 - The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. " About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 192 - Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low, The harmless Albatross. " The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 187 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Page 179 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 189 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud ; And the sails did sigh like sedge : And the rain poured down from one black cloud The moon was at its edge.
Page 237 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 239 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 185 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate?
Page 190 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Page 237 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...