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Página 204 - 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.
Página 12 - Why did you melt your waxen man, Sister Helen? To-day is the third since you began.' 'The time was long, yet the time ran, Little brother.' (O Mother, Mary Mother, Three days to-day, between Hell and Heaven!) 'But if you have done your work aright, Sister Helen, You'll let me play, for you said I might.
Página 152 - LORD Thomas and fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, They had not talkt their fill. Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill: " A' I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends will.
Página 292 - O hold your hand, Lord William!' she said, 'For your strokes they are wond'rous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Página 203 - O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone ? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.
Página 26 - Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. " Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sall ken where he is gane : O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.
Página 19 - He looks at me and he tries to speak, Sister Helen, But oh ! his voice is sad and weak ! " " What here should the mighty Baron seek, Little brother...