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Reginald Brimley Johnson. And like a ghost , through narrow passages Walking , feeling the cold walls with her hands . FAIR ELEANOR , p . 28 . BRIGISH BALLAÒS ANCIENT AND MODERN chosen By R BRIMley Johnson.
Reginald Brimley Johnson. And like a ghost , through narrow passages Walking , feeling the cold walls with her hands . FAIR ELEANOR , p . 28 . BRIGISH BALLAÒS ANCIENT AND MODERN chosen By R BRIMley Johnson.
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... in Shakespeare's plays . WILLIAM COWPER . PAGE 1 IO THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN 15 WILLIAM BLAKE . FAIR ELEANOR THE WHISTLE ROBERT BURNS . . LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER 28 32 37 JOHN BARLEY CORN An adaptation of an old subject . vii.
... in Shakespeare's plays . WILLIAM COWPER . PAGE 1 IO THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN 15 WILLIAM BLAKE . FAIR ELEANOR THE WHISTLE ROBERT BURNS . . LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER 28 32 37 JOHN BARLEY CORN An adaptation of an old subject . vii.
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... FAIR IMOGENE . 140 From Ambrosia , or the Monk , Vol . III . T. CAMPBELL . LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC 144 146 T. L. PEACOCK . The Misfortunes of Elphin . THE WAR - SONG OF DINAS VAWR . 150 THE CAULDRON OF CERIDWIN ...
... FAIR IMOGENE . 140 From Ambrosia , or the Monk , Vol . III . T. CAMPBELL . LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC 144 146 T. L. PEACOCK . The Misfortunes of Elphin . THE WAR - SONG OF DINAS VAWR . 150 THE CAULDRON OF CERIDWIN ...
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... FAIR LILY 171 T. HOOD . FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN 173 FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY . 176 THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM 179 M. HOWITT . THE VOYAGE WITH THE NAUTILUS R. S. HAWKER . THE DOOM - WELL OF ST MADRON 189 194 Mrs E. B. BROWNING . THE ROMAUNT OF ...
... FAIR LILY 171 T. HOOD . FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN 173 FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY . 176 THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM 179 M. HOWITT . THE VOYAGE WITH THE NAUTILUS R. S. HAWKER . THE DOOM - WELL OF ST MADRON 189 194 Mrs E. B. BROWNING . THE ROMAUNT OF ...
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... FAIR ELEANOR- Frontispiece . 15 17 21 24 28 Headpiece • Pale sickly ghosts 29 THE WHISTLE HEADPIECE TO LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER TAILPIECE TO LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER 35 37 39 HEADPIECE TO JOHN BARLEYCORN 39 HEADPIECE TO THE LIDDEL BOWER 45 ...
... FAIR ELEANOR- Frontispiece . 15 17 21 24 28 Headpiece • Pale sickly ghosts 29 THE WHISTLE HEADPIECE TO LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER TAILPIECE TO LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER 35 37 39 HEADPIECE TO JOHN BARLEYCORN 39 HEADPIECE TO THE LIDDEL BOWER 45 ...
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Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Volume 3 Reginald Brimley Johnson Visualização completa - 1894 |
Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Volume 3 Reginald Brimley Johnson Visualização completa - 1894 |
Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Volume 3 Reginald Brimley Johnson Visualização completa - 1894 |
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arms Baron Barum beneath bird blood bold bower breast bride bright Ceridwen cheek Christabel CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Cockpen cried cross'd dead dream Earl eyes face fair fast father fear fell flew frae friar galloped gentle Geraldine Gilpin Gismond Gwenwynwyn hand hast hath head HEADPIECE heard heart Hell and Heaven Imogine John Barleycorn king knight lady lady's Little brother look look'd lord loud maid maidens Mary Mother Maude Clare Meggan merry Michael's gate mist moon Nautilus Nelly Gray never o'er pale pray quoth Ravelston ride Roland Roland de Vaux rose round sail Sally Brown sang shines ship sing Sir Leoline Sister Helen skipper smile song sorrow soul spake St Keyne steed stone stood sweet T. L. PEACOCK tears tell thee thou turn'd Twas voice weary wedding-guest ween wind young
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Página 98 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 7 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Página 117 - Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Página 14 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done, I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Página 114 - 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! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Página 127 - First Voice. But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind ? Second Voice. The air is cut away before, And closes from behind ! Fly, brother, fly ! more high, more high, Or we shall be belated ; For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.
Página 122 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud ; And the sails did sigh like sedge : And the rain poured down from one black cloud The moon was at its edge.
Página 21 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. ' Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! — Here's the house I ' They all at once did cry; ' The dinner waits, and we are tired ; ' — Said Gilpin—' So am I ! ' But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ! For why?
Página 111 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Página 115 - How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist, It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!