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... hands with his merry men all , And bid them at present good b'w'ye ; Then , as near a brook his journey he took , A ... hand . " " The name of a coward , " quoth Robin , " I scorn , Wherefore my long bow I'll lay by ; And now , for thy ...
... hands with his merry men all , And bid them at present good b'w'ye ; Then , as near a brook his journey he took , A ... hand . " " The name of a coward , " quoth Robin , " I scorn , Wherefore my long bow I'll lay by ; And now , for thy ...
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... hand , " the stranger reply'd ; " I'll serve you with all my whole heart . My name is John Little , a man of good mettle ; Nere doubt me , for I'll play my part . " " His name shall be altered , " quoth William Stutely , " And I will ...
... hand , " the stranger reply'd ; " I'll serve you with all my whole heart . My name is John Little , a man of good mettle ; Nere doubt me , for I'll play my part . " " His name shall be altered , " quoth William Stutely , " And I will ...
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... hand , And led him to a private room , And there she blooded bold Robin Hood , While one drop of blood would run down . She blooded him in a vein of the arm , And locked him up in the room ; Then did he bleed all the live - long day ...
... hand , And led him to a private room , And there she blooded bold Robin Hood , While one drop of blood would run down . She blooded him in a vein of the arm , And locked him up in the room ; Then did he bleed all the live - long day ...
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... hand , And a broad arrow I'll let flee And where this arrow is taken up , There shall my grave digged be . " Lay me a green sod under my head , And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side , Which was my music sweet ; And ...
... hand , And a broad arrow I'll let flee And where this arrow is taken up , There shall my grave digged be . " Lay me a green sod under my head , And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side , Which was my music sweet ; And ...
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... hand , And he promised to doe him no wrong . When this letter came Ionnë untill , His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree : " Never was I sent for before any king , My father , my grandfather , nor none but mee . 1. This ballad ...
... hand , And he promised to doe him no wrong . When this letter came Ionnë untill , His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree : " Never was I sent for before any king , My father , my grandfather , nor none but mee . 1. This ballad ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON arms battle bell blood blow blue bold brave breast breath Camelot captain's gig Clusium cried dark dead dear death dream earth English eyes face fair father fell fight gray grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill horse Inchcape Rock JOAQUIN MILLER Jock JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord loud moonlight morning mother never night o'er Oxus Persian pipe poem poor quoth ride roar Robin Hood rode rose round Rustum sail Seistan Shalott ship shout slain smile Sohrab soldier soul spake spear steed stood storm sweet sword Tartar tell thee thou thro turned Twas voice wall waves White Ship wild wind Yarrow young
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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.