The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain: Historical, Traditional and Romantic: to which are Added, a Selection of Modern Imitations and Some TranslationsJoseph S. Moore H. Washbourne & Company, 1853 - 871 Seiten |
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... Conscience ... ... The Blessed Conscience ... The Berkshire Lady's Garland The Suffolk Miracle ... .... 414 419 ... 424 ... ... 430 ... ... ... ... ... ... 437 451 ... ... ... 456 ... 463 ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
... Conscience ... ... The Blessed Conscience ... The Berkshire Lady's Garland The Suffolk Miracle ... .... 414 419 ... 424 ... ... 430 ... ... ... ... ... ... 437 451 ... ... ... 456 ... 463 ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
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... conscience still , Repenting for the heinous guilt Of his fore - passed sin . Thus after some few ages past In wandring up and down , He much again desired to see Jerusalems fair town , But finding it all quite destroy'd , He wandred ...
... conscience still , Repenting for the heinous guilt Of his fore - passed sin . Thus after some few ages past In wandring up and down , He much again desired to see Jerusalems fair town , But finding it all quite destroy'd , He wandred ...
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... conscience felt an hell : His barnes were fired , his goods consumed , His landes were barren made , His cattle dyed within the field , And nothing with him stayd . And in the voyage to Portugal Two of his sonnes did dye ; And to ...
... conscience felt an hell : His barnes were fired , his goods consumed , His landes were barren made , His cattle dyed within the field , And nothing with him stayd . And in the voyage to Portugal Two of his sonnes did dye ; And to ...
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... conscience had he in his bulke , That sought this poore man for to undoe . He told him he his lease had forfite , And that he must there no longer abide : The King by such lownes hath mickle wrong done , And for you the world is broad ...
... conscience had he in his bulke , That sought this poore man for to undoe . He told him he his lease had forfite , And that he must there no longer abide : The King by such lownes hath mickle wrong done , And for you the world is broad ...
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... Conscience is my name , Sore vexéd with reproach and blame , For all wherever yet I came Reprove me . Few now endure my presence here , I shall be. 437 Robin Conscience .
... Conscience is my name , Sore vexéd with reproach and blame , For all wherever yet I came Reprove me . Few now endure my presence here , I shall be. 437 Robin Conscience .
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abbot agayne anon awaye ballad beggar blood castle Catskin Childe Maurice daughter daye dear dere doth Earle Ettricke Foreste fair fast father fayre fear fight Foreste frae gentle gentyll knyght gold green grene wode grete hand hast hath heart heire of Linne Humphrey king knight kynge lady ladye land Little John litulle lord Lytell Johan merry mery Moche monke myght ne'er never noble Notyngham o'er Outlaw Percy Percy Society potter pounde pray pretty Bessee proud sheryf queen quoth Ritson Roben Robin Hood Robyn Hode sayd Robyn saye Scadlock screffe seid seyde shee sholde Sir John Savage Sir William Stanley soon sore sweet sword tell thee ther theyr thou art thou shalt thow thre toke tree Twas unto Whan wolde wyfe wyll yemen young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 688 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Seite 699 - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Seite 697 - How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump. It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff- boat neared: I heard them talk, "Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Seite 684 - He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Seite 685 - 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...
Seite 690 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust.
Seite 592 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ! For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Seite 686 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 692 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise.
Seite 684 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.