Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volumen17

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Percy Society, 1846
 

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Página 47 - I oft have heard of Lydford Law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after : At first I wondered at it much ; But since, I find the reason such, As it deserves no laughter.
Página 86 - IN London was young Beichan born, He longed strange countries for to see ; But he was taen by a savage moor, Who handled him right cruellie ; For he viewed the fashions of that land ; • Their way of worship viewed he ; But to Mahound, or Termagant, "Would Beichan never bend a knee.
Página 75 - Come, fetch me some of your father's gold, And some of your mother's fee; And two of the best nags out of the stable, Where they stand thirty and three.' She fetched him some of her father's gold, And some of her mother's fee; And two of the best nags out of the stable, Where they stood thirty and three. She mounted her on her milk-white steed, He on the dapple grey; They rode till they came unto the sea side, Three hours before it was day.
Página 87 - Their oaten pipes blew wondrous shrill. The hemlock small blew clear; And louder notes from hemlock large, And bog-reed, struck the ear; But solemn sounds, or sober thoughts, The Fairies cannot bear.
Página 235 - Then we hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys, We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear; Then we filled the main topsail, and bore right away, boys, And straight up the Channel our course we did steer.
Página 37 - Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay ; All flesh is hay : Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Página 105 - There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And speak my praise in tower and town ; It's little matter what they do now, My life-blood rudds the heather brown. There's some will ca...
Página 80 - Till the tears came trickling down. Lady Nancy she died as it might be to-day, Lord Lovel he died as to-morrow; Lady Nancy she died out of pure, pure grief, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow, sorrow, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow. Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras...
Página 69 - If this be thy father, the nobles did say, Well may he be proud of this happy day...
Página 63 - There cam' a bird out o' a bush, On water for to dine, An' sighing sair, says the king's daughter, "O wae's this heart o' mine!" He's taen a harp into his hand, He's harped them all asleep, Except it was the king's daughter, Who ae wink couldna get. He's luppen on his berry-brown steed, Taen 'er on behind himsell, Then baith rede down to that water That they ca

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