English Songs and BalladsThomas William Hodgson Crosland G. Richards, 1902 - 352 pagina's |
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Pagina viii
... wind , • PAGE 4 80 Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear , 201 Break , break , break , 328 • Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny bonny bride , But are ye sure the news is true , 135 223 Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Cherry ...
... wind , • PAGE 4 80 Blow high , blow low , let tempests tear , 201 Break , break , break , 328 • Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny bonny bride , But are ye sure the news is true , 135 223 Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Cherry ...
Pagina xi
... wind can blaw , Of Nelson and the North , · Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray , Oft in the stilly night , • Oh , call my brother back to me , Oh , Mary , go and call the cattle home , Oh ! the days are gone when Beauty bright , Oh where ...
... wind can blaw , Of Nelson and the North , · Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray , Oft in the stilly night , • Oh , call my brother back to me , Oh , Mary , go and call the cattle home , Oh ! the days are gone when Beauty bright , Oh where ...
Pagina 7
... wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold ; I am so wrapp'd and thoroughly lapp'd Of jolly good ale and old . And Tib , my wife , that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek , Full oft drinks she till ye may see The tears run down her ...
... wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold ; I am so wrapp'd and thoroughly lapp'd Of jolly good ale and old . And Tib , my wife , that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek , Full oft drinks she till ye may see The tears run down her ...
Pagina 12
... wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing ! nightingale , sing ! To give my Love good - morrow ! To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red ...
... wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing ! nightingale , sing ! To give my Love good - morrow ! To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red ...
Pagina 20
... wind , and wet's the rain , Saint Hugh be our good speed ! Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain , Nor helps good hearts in need . Troll the bowl , the jolly nut - brown bowl , And here , kind mate , to thee ! Let's sing a dirge for ...
... wind , and wet's the rain , Saint Hugh be our good speed ! Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain , Nor helps good hearts in need . Troll the bowl , the jolly nut - brown bowl , And here , kind mate , to thee ! Let's sing a dirge for ...
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...