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Scottish Historical and Romantic Ballads: Chiefly Ancient, Volume 1
Visualização completa - 1808
Aberdene ancient auld ballad battle BATTLE OF HARLAW battle of Largs bleid blude bonny Earl braif castle chamber Christabelle Complaynt of Scotland dame daughter daye dear Dr Percy dreid Earl of Murray Edom Eldridge knighte faes Fairly fair fast fayre ladye fecht frae fragments Frendraught Frennet Glasgerion Gordon gude Wallace hame Hardyknute Harlaw hast hill horse Huntley John King Haco king of Norway lady laird land lither lord maid mair manye Marquis maun micht minstrels mony neir Norse Norway Norwegians Ogmund owre Pitcaple poem poetry Quha Quhair Quhat Quhen Quhyle richt romance Rothemay sail says Scotch Scotland Scots Scott Scottish servants shyne Sir Patrick Spens Sir Tristrem slain soldan songs stanzas stryfe sune sword syde Syr Cauline thair thee Thomas thou tydins Viser yaim Yles zour zwein
Página 53 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.' They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm, And the waves came o'er the broken ship, Till a
Página 44 - He spake; and, to confirm his words, out-flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined Hell. Highly they raged Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heaven.
Página 56 - O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see na mair.
Página 113 - Fetche me downe my daughter deere, She is a leeche fulle fine : Goe take him doughe, and the baken bread, And serve him with the wyne soe red ; Lothe I were him to tine.
Página 54 - O where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land?" "O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast; But I fear you'll neer spy land.
Página 114 - You dye for love of mee. Fayre ladye, it is for your love That all this dill I drye : For if you wold comfort me with a kisse, Then were I brought from bale to blisse, No lenger wold I lye. Sir knighte, my father is a kinge, I am his onlye heire ; Alas ! and well you knowe, syr knighte, I never can be youre fere. O ladye, thou art a kinges daughter, And I am not thy peere, But let me doe some deedes of armes To be your bacheleere.
Página 55 - He hadna gane a step, a step, A step but barely ane, When a bout flew out of our goodly ship, And the salt sea it came in. " Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith, " Another o' the twine, " And wap them into our ship's side,
Página 66 - Rothiemay's chamber and wakened him to rise ; and as he is wakening him, the timber passage and lofting of the chamber hastily takes fire, so that none of them could win down stairs again ; so they turned to a window looking to the close, where they piteously cried many times. Help, help ! for God's cause!