The Book of Ballads, Ancient and ModernVirtue, Spalding, and Company, 1875 - 870 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
abbot Adam Bell agayne anon arrow awaye ballad beggar Bessy bold Robin castle Childe Maurice Cloudeslè Conscience daughter daye dear dere doth Earle Erle Ettricke Foreste fair fast father fayre fight Foreste frae gold grene wode grete hand hart hath heart heire of Linne Humphrey king knee knight kynge lady ladye land Linne Little John litulle lord Lytell Johan merry mery myght never noble Notyngham Outlaw Patient Grissel Percy Percy Society porter pounde pray pretty Bessee proud sheryf queene quoth Ritson Roben Robin Hood Robyn Hode sayd Robyn saye Scadlock seid seyde shee sholde Sir Aldingar Sir Andrew Sir John Savage slain slayne song sore sword tell thee ther theyr thou art thou shalt thow thre toke unto whan wolde wyfe wyll yeman yemen young young Beichan
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Página 691 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 683 - Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 685 - The very deep did rot. O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. *' About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Página 590 - Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might.
Página 684 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Página 683 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners hollo!
Página 696 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 695 - The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Página 696 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy. Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. 'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Página 695 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?