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... hair . 63 Knew . 64 Arm - guard of leather . 65 Mounted . 66 Image of St. Christopher , his patron saint . Cord or belt . 88 I. e . , she did not swear at all , like St. Eligius . 89 Called . 70 Skilfully . A convent near London . She ...
... hair . 63 Knew . 64 Arm - guard of leather . 65 Mounted . 66 Image of St. Christopher , his patron saint . Cord or belt . 88 I. e . , she did not swear at all , like St. Eligius . 89 Called . 70 Skilfully . A convent near London . She ...
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... hair Gars ' me gae maiden for evermair . ” Sometimes she sank , an sometimes she swam , Till she came down yon bonny mill - dam . O out it came the miller's son , An saw the fair maid swimmin in . 66 " O father , father , draw your dam ...
... hair Gars ' me gae maiden for evermair . ” Sometimes she sank , an sometimes she swam , Till she came down yon bonny mill - dam . O out it came the miller's son , An saw the fair maid swimmin in . 66 " O father , father , draw your dam ...
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... hair , An wi them strung his harp sae fair . The first tune he did play and sing , Was , " Farewell to my father the king . ” The nextin tune that he playd syne , ' Was , " Farewell to my mother the queen . " The lasten tune that he ...
... hair , An wi them strung his harp sae fair . The first tune he did play and sing , Was , " Farewell to my father the king . ” The nextin tune that he playd syne , ' Was , " Farewell to my mother the queen . " The lasten tune that he ...
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... hair , To cover mine , because it is fair ? The auld beggar man was bound for the mill , But young Hind Horn for the king's hall . The auld beggar man was bound for to ride , But young Hind Horn was bound for the bride . 1 Larks . 2 ...
... hair , To cover mine , because it is fair ? The auld beggar man was bound for the mill , But young Hind Horn for the king's hall . The auld beggar man was bound for to ride , But young Hind Horn was bound for the bride . 1 Larks . 2 ...
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... hair ; Whaireir yee laid a plait before , See yee lay ten times mair . " My maids , gae to my dressing - room , And dress to me my smock ; The one half is o the holland fine , The other o needle - work . " The horse Fair Annet rade upon ...
... hair ; Whaireir yee laid a plait before , See yee lay ten times mair . " My maids , gae to my dressing - room , And dress to me my smock ; The one half is o the holland fine , The other o needle - work . " The horse Fair Annet rade upon ...
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abbot beauty birds bonny bride bright coude Cuckoo dear death dere dost doth earth eccho ring end my song Enone Erle eyes Fair Annet fayre fear flowers frae gentle give gode goodly grace grete hair hath heart heaven Heigh Hind Horn honour Hymen Inverey Johnn king Kinmont Willie kiss knyght kynge lady light Litell little boy live livës joy Lord love's lovers lullaby lyke Lytell Johan merry mery mind moche monke mordre never night nonny Notyngham pleasure praise proud Robyn Hode run softly sayd Robyn scorn shal shalt sherif sing sleep song of praise SONNET soul sterte Sweet Thames Tell thee ther theyr thine thing thou art thou hast thought trewely twa sisters unto Whan wind wode wolde woods wyll yemen youth
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Página 358 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Página 425 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Página 261 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Página 451 - Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Página 453 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 398 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ! As awaked from the dead, And, amazed, he stares around. , Revenge, revenge...
Página 419 - Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good: And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Página 204 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Página 271 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 450 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...