Ancient Songs and Ballads, from the Reign of King Henry the Second to the Revolution, 2. sējumsPayne and Foss, 1829 |
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Citi izdevumi - Skatīt visu
Bieži izmantoti vārdi un frāzes
alasse babes ballad Barnwel bespake bower brave call'd dame dear death Derry doth earl Percy England eyes fair Eleanor fair flower fair lady fair Scotland Falero father fear flower of Northumberland foes Follow gallant gold grace grene grief hand hart hath heart hearts delight heire of Linne High trolollie horse Islington Joan John Dory knight land lero little Musgrave live London lord Barnard lord of Linne lord Thomas lully maid maidens merry mistress mother never noble Percy pound pray prince prison queen quoth ride Rosamond sayd Scotish Scotland sigh sing sir Andrew slain song sore sorrow stanza steed strand stryfe sung sweet Sweet-William tears tell thee thing THOMAS DELONEY thou art thou hast thou shalt three ravens Timoneda true love unto wanton wassel wend wife wilt wold words wyfe wyffe wyll
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224. lappuse - With that there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never spoke more words than these : Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.
64. lappuse - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
224. lappuse - Then leaving life, Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand ; And said, " Earl Douglas, for thy life Would I had lost my land. " O Christ ! my very heart doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake ; For sure, a more redoubted knight Mischance did never take.
226. lappuse - He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long Up to the head drew he...
222. lappuse - Then stept a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, I would not have it told To Henry our king for shame, That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on. You...
62. lappuse - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
88. lappuse - I drawe you to record, lords," he said, With that he cast him a gods-pennie : " Now by my fay," sayd the heire of Linne, " And here, good John, is thy money." And he pull'd forth three bagges of gold, And layd them down upon the bord ; All woe begone was John o' the Scales, Soe shent he cold say never a word.
60. lappuse - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
221. lappuse - And take your bows with speed: " And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For...
135. lappuse - I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me Where that thou wast born?' 'At Islington, kind sir,' said she, 'Where I have had many a scorn.