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... he lay it on him , With a passionate fury and ire , At every stroke , he made him to smoke , As if he had been all on fire . O then into fury the stranger he grew , And ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 13 ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN Anonymous II.
... he lay it on him , With a passionate fury and ire , At every stroke , he made him to smoke , As if he had been all on fire . O then into fury the stranger he grew , And ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 13 ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN Anonymous II.
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George E. Teter. O then into fury the stranger he grew , And gave him a damnable look , And with it a blow that laid him full low , And tumbld him into the brook . " I prithee , good fellow , O where art thou now ? " The stranger , in ...
George E. Teter. O then into fury the stranger he grew , And gave him a damnable look , And with it a blow that laid him full low , And tumbld him into the brook . " I prithee , good fellow , O where art thou now ? " The stranger , in ...
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... grew red , On the dowie houms of Yarrow . " Now , haud your tongue , my daughter dear ! For a ' this breeds but sorrow . I'll wed ye to a better lord , Than him ye lost on Yarrow . " “ O haud your tongue , my father dear , Ye mind me ...
... grew red , On the dowie houms of Yarrow . " Now , haud your tongue , my daughter dear ! For a ' this breeds but sorrow . I'll wed ye to a better lord , Than him ye lost on Yarrow . " “ O haud your tongue , my father dear , Ye mind me ...
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... grew more fearful for that , For she sat screaming , mad with fear At the army of rats that were drawing near . For they have swum over the river so deep , And they have climbed the shores so steep , And now by thousands up they crawl ...
... grew more fearful for that , For she sat screaming , mad with fear At the army of rats that were drawing near . For they have swum over the river so deep , And they have climbed the shores so steep , And now by thousands up they crawl ...
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... bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry . " - 1. Wight . A man . By this the storm grew loud apace , The water LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER 51 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER Thomas Campbell.
... bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry . " - 1. Wight . A man . By this the storm grew loud apace , The water LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER 51 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER Thomas Campbell.
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Page 210 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 72 - I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Page 302 - And, like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane, And burst the curb, and bounded Rejoicing to be free, And whirling down, in fierce career. Battlement, and plank, and pier Rushed headlong to the sea. LVI I. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; . - . Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars...
Page 369 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I...
Page 47 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 199 - Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry?
Page 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Page 74 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.