English Songs and BalladsThomas William Hodgson Crosland G. Richards, 1902 - 352 pagina's |
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Pagina xii
... doth keep , 16 Some asked me where the rubies grew , 111 Some talk of Alexander , and some of Hercules , 160 Some years of late , in eighty - eight , 117 So now is come our joyfullest part , 105 So , we'll go no more a - roving , 279 ...
... doth keep , 16 Some asked me where the rubies grew , 111 Some talk of Alexander , and some of Hercules , 160 Some years of late , in eighty - eight , 117 So now is come our joyfullest part , 105 So , we'll go no more a - roving , 279 ...
Pagina 1
... fynd so womanly As my swete swetyng . LORD VAUX THINKING WHEN all is done and said , In the end thus shall you find , He most of all doth bathe in bliss That hath a quiet mind : A And , clear from worldly cares , To deem can.
... fynd so womanly As my swete swetyng . LORD VAUX THINKING WHEN all is done and said , In the end thus shall you find , He most of all doth bathe in bliss That hath a quiet mind : A And , clear from worldly cares , To deem can.
Pagina 2
... doth change It to a clod of clay ; Whenas the mind , which is divine , Runs never to decay . Companion none is like Unto the mind alone ; For many have been harmed by speech ; Through thinking , few , or none . Fear oftentimes ...
... doth change It to a clod of clay ; Whenas the mind , which is divine , Runs never to decay . Companion none is like Unto the mind alone ; For many have been harmed by speech ; Through thinking , few , or none . Fear oftentimes ...
Pagina 4
... To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as touch my change , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute , alas ! doth not offend , Though 4 SONGS AND BALLADS Blame not my Lute! for he must sound,
... To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as touch my change , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute , alas ! doth not offend , Though 4 SONGS AND BALLADS Blame not my Lute! for he must sound,
Pagina 5
Thomas William Hodgson Crosland. My Lute , alas ! doth not offend , Though that perforce he must agree To sound such tunes as I intend To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use ...
Thomas William Hodgson Crosland. My Lute , alas ! doth not offend , Though that perforce he must agree To sound such tunes as I intend To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Agincourt Allan Water Allen-a-Dale auld auld lang syne beauty birds blood blow bonny Braes of Yarrow brave bride bright busk Camelot cheer dead dear death doth dream Earl eyes fair father fear flowers frae gallant gold gone grave green Greensleeves hand hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven heir of Linne High trolollie Inchcape Rock John king kiss Lady of Shalott land lassie light live looked Lord loud luve maid Mariner merry moon morning mother Nanie ne'er never night noble Nut-brown Maid o'er Oriana pale poor pray pretty Bessee quoth rose round sails ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens slain sleep song sorrow soul spake stood stormy sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thro Twas unto Vicar of Bray waves weary weep wife wild wind wood wooing o't young
Populaire passages
Pagina 214 - 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.
Pagina 206 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Pagina 331 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 176 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet?
Pagina 245 - Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near: So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone! over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Pagina 211 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Pagina 245 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Pagina 204 - 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...
Pagina 332 - Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes,...
Pagina 283 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...