Ballads and romancesWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Kegan Paul, Trench, 1890 - English poetry |
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... fell on vile woman : 22 Her hair shall grow rough , and her teeth grow lang , And on her four feet shall she gang . " None shall take pity her upon , And relieved shall she never be , In Wormèswood she aye shall won , Till St. Mungo ...
... fell on vile woman : 22 Her hair shall grow rough , and her teeth grow lang , And on her four feet shall she gang . " None shall take pity her upon , And relieved shall she never be , In Wormèswood she aye shall won , Till St. Mungo ...
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... fell , And a lady bright his bridle led That seemly it was to [ tell ] . And fast he call'd upon Sir Cawline : " O man ! I rede thee fly ; For if cryance come unto thy heart , I'm afear'd lest thou must die . " He says " [ No ] cryance ...
... fell , And a lady bright his bridle led That seemly it was to [ tell ] . And fast he call'd upon Sir Cawline : " O man ! I rede thee fly ; For if cryance come unto thy heart , I'm afear'd lest thou must die . " He says " [ No ] cryance ...
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... Fell down of that lay land . And his lady stood a little thereby , Fast wringing her hands ; [ and " O ] For the maiden's love that you have most meed , Smite you my lord no moe ! " And he'll never come upon Eldridge [ Hill ] Him to ...
... Fell down of that lay land . And his lady stood a little thereby , Fast wringing her hands ; [ and " O ] For the maiden's love that you have most meed , Smite you my lord no moe ! " And he'll never come upon Eldridge [ Hill ] Him to ...
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... Sir Cawline's slain ! " Then the King's daughter she fell down : " For peerless is my pain . " " O peace , my Lady ! " says Sir Cawline , — I have bought thy love full dear . 66 O peace , my Lady ! " says Sir Cawline SIR CAWLINE . 29.
... Sir Cawline's slain ! " Then the King's daughter she fell down : " For peerless is my pain . " " O peace , my Lady ! " says Sir Cawline , — I have bought thy love full dear . 66 O peace , my Lady ! " says Sir Cawline SIR CAWLINE . 29.
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... fell the twa between . " The truth ye'll tell to me , Tamlane ! ( A word ye maunna lee ) Gin ever ye was in holy chapel Or sain'd in Christentie . " " The truth I'll tell to thee , Janet ! A word I winna lee : 66 I was ta'en to the good ...
... fell the twa between . " The truth ye'll tell to me , Tamlane ! ( A word ye maunna lee ) Gin ever ye was in holy chapel Or sain'd in Christentie . " " The truth I'll tell to thee , Janet ! A word I winna lee : 66 I was ta'en to the good ...
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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...