One Hundred Narrative PoemsGeorge E. Teter Scott, Foresman, 1918 - 436 páginas |
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... fair Kirkly gone , As fast as he can win ; But before he came there , as we do hear , He was taken very ill . And when that he came to fair Kirkly - hall , He knockd all at the ring , But none was so ready as his cousin herself For to ...
... fair Kirkly gone , As fast as he can win ; But before he came there , as we do hear , He was taken very ill . And when that he came to fair Kirkly - hall , He knockd all at the ring , But none was so ready as his cousin herself For to ...
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... " Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone , As fast as he can dree ; 2 But when he came to Kirkly - hall , He broke locks two or three : 2. Can dree . Is able . Until he came bold Robin to see , Then he 18 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
... " Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone , As fast as he can dree ; 2 But when he came to Kirkly - hall , He broke locks two or three : 2. Can dree . Is able . Until he came bold Robin to see , Then he 18 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... fair Kirkly - hall , And all their nunnery . " " Now nay , now nay , " quoth Robin Hood , " That boon I'll not grant thee ; I never hurt woman in all my life , Nor men in woman's company . " I never hurt fair maid in all my time , Nor ...
... fair Kirkly - hall , And all their nunnery . " " Now nay , now nay , " quoth Robin Hood , " That boon I'll not grant thee ; I never hurt woman in all my life , Nor men in woman's company . " I never hurt fair maid in all my time , Nor ...
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... fair , You micht have excepted me . " " You're neither laird nor lord , " she says , " Bot the king that wears the crown ; There is not a knight in fair Scotland But to thee maun bow down . " For a ' that she coud do or say , Appeasd he ...
... fair , You micht have excepted me . " " You're neither laird nor lord , " she says , " Bot the king that wears the crown ; There is not a knight in fair Scotland But to thee maun bow down . " For a ' that she coud do or say , Appeasd he ...
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... fair to see , And for the words the queen had spoke Young Waters he did die . 6 THE DOWIE DENS OF YARROW 1 ( Sir Walter Scott's Version ) Late at e'en , drinking the wine , And ere they paid the lawing , 2 They set a combat them between ...
... fair to see , And for the words the queen had spoke Young Waters he did die . 6 THE DOWIE DENS OF YARROW 1 ( Sir Walter Scott's Version ) Late at e'en , drinking the wine , And ere they paid the lawing , 2 They set a combat them between ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON anapest arms ballad battle Bell blood blow blue bold brave breast breath Camelot captain's gig Clusium cried dark dead dear death dream earth English eyes face fair father feet fell fight gray grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse iamb Inchcape Rock Jock JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord loud moonlight morning mother never night o'er Oxus Patrick Spence Persian pipe poem poor quoth ride Robin Hood rode rose round Rustum sail Seistan ship shout sing slain smile Sohrab soldier song soul spake spear steed stood storm sweet sword Tartar tell thee thou thro trochee turned Twas voice wall waves White Ship wild wind word Yarrow young
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Página 210 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 72 - I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Página 46 - said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 369 - 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 341 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say...
Página 200 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Página 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 342 - Sail on ! sail on ! and on !" They sailed ! They sailed ! Then spake the mate : "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite ! Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword ; "Sail on ! sail on ! and on !" Then pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness.
Página 363 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro* the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Página 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.