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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... horse be the hede Ful sone and anone Johne toke the munkes horse be the hed , For sothe as I yow say , So did Muche the litulle page , For he shulde not stirre away . Be the golett of the hode Johne pulled the munke downe , Johne was ...
... horse be the hede Ful sone and anone Johne toke the munkes horse be the hed , For sothe as I yow say , So did Muche the litulle page , For he shulde not stirre away . Be the golett of the hode Johne pulled the munke downe , Johne was ...
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... horse he leyde , And bad hem stonde foll stell . The potter schorteley to hem seyde , Felow , what ys they well ? All thes thre yer , and mor , potter , he seyde , Thou hast hantyd thes wey , Yet wer tow never so cortys a man What ys ...
... horse he leyde , And bad hem stonde foll stell . The potter schorteley to hem seyde , Felow , what ys they well ? All thes thre yer , and mor , potter , he seyde , Thou hast hantyd thes wey , Yet wer tow never so cortys a man What ys ...
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... horse , Y well the tene eyls , he mey fay . The potter to hes cart he went , He was not to seke , A god to - hande staffe therowt be hent , Befor Roben he lepe . Roben howt with a swerd bent , A bokeler en his honde therto ; The potter ...
... horse , Y well the tene eyls , he mey fay . The potter to hes cart he went , He was not to seke , A god to - hande staffe therowt be hent , Befor Roben he lepe . Roben howt with a swerd bent , A bokeler en his honde therto ; The potter ...
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... best ys beheynde . THE SECOND FIT . When Roben cam to Notynggam , The soyt yef y scholde save , He set op hes horse anon , Yn the medys of the towne , Ther he schowed And gaffe hem hotys and haye . ROBYN HODE [ AND THE POTTER . ]
... best ys beheynde . THE SECOND FIT . When Roben cam to Notynggam , The soyt yef y scholde save , He set op hes horse anon , Yn the medys of the towne , Ther he schowed And gaffe hem hotys and haye . ROBYN HODE [ AND THE POTTER . ]
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... horse with hos , That fend I godys forbode , kod the screffe , So to lese mey godde . " Hether ye cam on horse foll ney , And hom schall ye go on fote : And gret well they weyffe at home , ! Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey , Her 34 ...
... horse with hos , That fend I godys forbode , kod the screffe , So to lese mey godde . " Hether ye cam on horse foll ney , And hom schall ye go on fote : And gret well they weyffe at home , ! Y schall her sende a wheyt palffrey , Her 34 ...
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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.