Old Ballads, Historical and Narrative, with Some of Modern Date;: Now First Collected, and Reprinted from Rare Copies and MSS. With Notes, Volume 3Thomas Evans |
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Page 23 - PERCY call'd for song and harp, And pipes of martial sound. The minstrels of thy noble house, All clad in robes of blue, With silver crescents on their arms, Attend in order due. The great...
Page 46 - Grauntsyre, was exiled into Scotland* in the time of king Henry the Fourth: but in the time of king Henry the Fifth, by the labour of Johanne the...
Page 43 - I meekly vowed to spend my life In penitence and prayer. The bold Sir Bertram now no more Impetuous, haughty, wild, But poor and humble benedict, Now lowly, patient, mild. My lands I gave to feed the poor, And sacred altars raise, And here, a lonely anchoret, I came to end my days.
Page 141 - Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn: But none from Cattraeth's vale return, Save Aeron brave, and Conan strong (Bursting through the bloody throng), And I, the meanest...
Page 32 - Tis Bertram calls, thy lady's love, Come from his bed of care : All day I've ridden o'er moor and moss To see thy lady fair.
Page 172 - She tripped out, she tripped in, She tript into the yard; But it was more for the King's sake, Than for the Queen's regard. It fell out on a day, the King Brought the Queen with him home; And all the Lords in our country, To welcome them did come. "Oh welcome, Father!" the Lady cries, " Unto your halls and bowers; And so are you, my Stepmother, For all that is here is yours." A Lord said, wondering while she spake, "This Princess of the North Surpasses all of female kind In beauty and in worth.
Page 14 - I'd the hap so rare, To please this young and gentle dame, That baron's daughter fair. Now, Percy...
Page 10 - Partake, he said, my simple store, Dried fruits, and milk, and curds; And spreading all upon the board, Invites with kindly words. \ Thanks, father, for thy bounteous fare ; The youthful couple say : Then freely ate, and made good cheer, And talk'd their cares away.
Page 44 - Would gladly feek my little cell, To fpend the tranquil hour. But length of life is length of woe* I liv'd to mourn his fall : I liv'd to mourn his godlike foas, And friends and followers all.
Page 34 - Most like a palmer poor, To halls and castles wanders round, And begs from door to door. Sometimes a minstrel's garb he wears, With pipes so sweet and shrill ; And wends to every tower and town, O'er every dale and hill.