Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets: Together with Some Few of Later Date, 第 2 卷J. Nichol, 1858 |
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... fear'd to fight or fall . XI . Robin of Rothsay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows shoot sae leel , That mony a comely countenance They've turnd to deadly pale . Brade Thomas , take you but your lance , You need nae weapons mair , If you fight ...
... fear'd to fight or fall . XI . Robin of Rothsay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows shoot sae leel , That mony a comely countenance They've turnd to deadly pale . Brade Thomas , take you but your lance , You need nae weapons mair , If you fight ...
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... fear . XIII . Farewell my dame sae peerless good , ( And took her by the hand ) , Fairer to me in age you seem , Than maids for beauty fam'd . My youngest son shall here remain To guard these stately towers , And shut the silver bolt ...
... fear . XIII . Farewell my dame sae peerless good , ( And took her by the hand ) , Fairer to me in age you seem , Than maids for beauty fam'd . My youngest son shall here remain To guard these stately towers , And shut the silver bolt ...
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... fear When thou art by his side . ' XXIII . When bows were bent and darts were thrawn ; For thrang scarce cou'd they flee ; The darts clove arrows as they met , The arrows dart the tree . Lang did they rage and fight fu ' fierce , With ...
... fear When thou art by his side . ' XXIII . When bows were bent and darts were thrawn ; For thrang scarce cou'd they flee ; The darts clove arrows as they met , The arrows dart the tree . Lang did they rage and fight fu ' fierce , With ...
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... fears . ' XXIX . Proud Norse with giant body tall , Braid shoulders and arms strong , 6 Cry'd , Where is Hardyknute sae fam'd , And fear'd at Britain's throne : Tho ' Britons tremble at his name , I soon shall make him wail , That e'er ...
... fears . ' XXIX . Proud Norse with giant body tall , Braid shoulders and arms strong , 6 Cry'd , Where is Hardyknute sae fam'd , And fear'd at Britain's throne : Tho ' Britons tremble at his name , I soon shall make him wail , That e'er ...
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... fear he felt , but what to fear He wist nae yet ; wi ' dread Sair shook his body , sair his limbs , And a ' the warrior fled . *** * * ** * 330 335 In an elegant publication , intitled , ' Scottish Tragic Ballads , printed by and for J ...
... fear he felt , but what to fear He wist nae yet ; wi ' dread Sair shook his body , sair his limbs , And a ' the warrior fled . *** * * ** * 330 335 In an elegant publication , intitled , ' Scottish Tragic Ballads , printed by and for J ...
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第259页 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
第252页 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate...
第66页 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died.
第213页 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
第244页 - ... Schools reply, Give Arts and Schools the lie. Tell Faith it's fled the city ; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell, Manhood shakes off pity, Tell, Virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, Yet, stab at thee who will, No stab the Soul can kill.
第279页 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
第254页 - With a new fashion'd hall, built where the old one stood, Hung round with new pictures, that do the poor no good, With a fine marble chimney, wherein burns neither coal nor wood, And a new smooth shovelboard, whereon no victuals ne'er stood ; Like a young courtier, &c. With a new study, stuft full of pamphlets, and plays, And a new chaplain, that swears faster than he prays.
第180页 - For seven hours to all mens view This fight endured sore, Until our men so feeble grew That they could fight no more; And then upon dead horses Full savourly they eat, And drank the puddle water, They could no better get.
第247页 - Now three weeks space to thee will I give. And that is the longest time thou hast to live; For if thou dost not answer my questions three, Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to mee.
第171页 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a King! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.