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... never would rest , Nor his meate should do him no goode , Until he had slain thee , Childe of Elle , And seene thy deare heart's bloode . ' KNIGHT.— “ O ladye , wert thou in thy saddle settɔ , And a little space him fro , I would not ...
... never would rest , Nor his meate should do him no goode , Until he had slain thee , Childe of Elle , And seene thy deare heart's bloode . ' KNIGHT.— “ O ladye , wert thou in thy saddle settɔ , And a little space him fro , I would not ...
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... never did none by thee , " But light nowe downe , my ladye faire , Light downe , and hold my steed ; While I and this discourteous knighte Do try this arduous deede . " But light nowe downe , my deare ladye , Light downe , and hold my ...
... never did none by thee , " But light nowe downe , my ladye faire , Light downe , and hold my steed ; While I and this discourteous knighte Do try this arduous deede . " But light nowe downe , my deare ladye , Light downe , and hold my ...
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... never had fled from thee . “ Oft have you called your Emmeline Your darling and your joye ; O ! let not , then , your harsh resolves Your Emmeline destroye . " The baron he stroakt his dark - brown cheeke , And turned his heade asyde ...
... never had fled from thee . “ Oft have you called your Emmeline Your darling and your joye ; O ! let not , then , your harsh resolves Your Emmeline destroye . " The baron he stroakt his dark - brown cheeke , And turned his heade asyde ...
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... never was there champion yett , In Scotland or in France , " That ever did on horsebacke come , But if my hap it were , I durst encounter man for man , With him to break a spere . " Erle Douglas on his milke - white steede , Most like a ...
... never was there champion yett , In Scotland or in France , " That ever did on horsebacke come , But if my hap it were , I durst encounter man for man , With him to break a spere . " Erle Douglas on his milke - white steede , Most like a ...
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... never spake more words than these , " Fight on , my merry men all ; For why , my life is at an end ; Lord Percy sees my fall . " Then leaving life , Earl Percy tooke The dead man by the hand ; And said , " Erle Douglas , for thy life ...
... never spake more words than these , " Fight on , my merry men all ; For why , my life is at an end ; Lord Percy sees my fall . " Then leaving life , Earl Percy tooke The dead man by the hand ; And said , " Erle Douglas , for thy life ...
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Page 217 - Our king has written a braid letter, And sealed it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. "To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway, Tis thou maun bring her hame...
Page 234 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Page 134 - Away rode the abbot all sad at that word, And he rode to Cambridge and Oxenford ; But never a doctor there was so wise, That could with his learning an answer devise. Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold, And he mett his shepheard a going to fold : " How now, my lord abbot, you are welcome home : What newes do you bring us from good King John?
Page 8 - Their hinder parts, with special care, That day were guarded sure. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods, The nimble deer to take, That with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make.
Page 234 - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold — But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each Saint Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung and the wild winds sung The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.
Page 7 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 137 - Light down, light down, now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee ; Abide and rest a little space, And I will shew you ferlies three.
Page 83 - LITHE and listen, gentlemen, To sing a song I will beginne : It is of a lord of faire Scotland, Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne. His father was a right good lord, His mother a lady of high degree ; But they, alas ! were dead him froe, And he lov'd keeping companie. To spend the day with merry cheer, To...
Page 84 - My gold is gone, my money is spent ; My lande nowe take it unto thee : Give me the golde, good John o' the Scales, And thine for aye my lande shall bee.
Page 218 - O, where will I get a gude sailor To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall top-mast To see if I can spy land ?" " O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till ye get up to the tall top-mast ; But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.