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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... thou not my maister , seid litulle Johne , Thou shuldis by hit ful sore , Get the a man where thou wilt Robyn , For thou getes me no more . Then Robyn goes to Notyngham Hymselfe mornynge allone , And litulle Johne to mery Scherewode ...
... thou not my maister , seid litulle Johne , Thou shuldis by hit ful sore , Get the a man where thou wilt Robyn , For thou getes me no more . Then Robyn goes to Notyngham Hymselfe mornynge allone , And litulle Johne to mery Scherewode ...
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... thou have no more , ' sayd Robyn , ' I wyll not one peny ; And yf thou have nede of ony more , More shall I len the . Go now forth , Lytell Johan , The trouthe tell thou me , Yf there be no more but ten shillings , Not one penny that I ...
... thou have no more , ' sayd Robyn , ' I wyll not one peny ; And yf thou have nede of ony more , More shall I len the . Go now forth , Lytell Johan , The trouthe tell thou me , Yf there be no more but ten shillings , Not one penny that I ...
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... thou were made a knyght of forse , Or elles of yemanry ; Or elles thou hast ben a sory housband , And leved in stroke and stryfe ; An okerer , or elles a lechoure , ' said Robyn , ' With wronge hast thou lede thy lyfe . ' ' I am none of ...
... thou were made a knyght of forse , Or elles of yemanry ; Or elles thou hast ben a sory housband , And leved in stroke and stryfe ; An okerer , or elles a lechoure , ' said Robyn , ' With wronge hast thou lede thy lyfe . ' ' I am none of ...
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... thou to be ? " Scathelocke stoode full styll and lough , And sayd , ' By god allmyght , Johan may gyve hym the better mesure , By god , it cost him but lyght . ' ' Mayster , ' sayd Lytell Johan , All unto Robyn Hode , ' Ye must gyve ...
... thou to be ? " Scathelocke stoode full styll and lough , And sayd , ' By god allmyght , Johan may gyve hym the better mesure , By god , it cost him but lyght . ' ' Mayster , ' sayd Lytell Johan , All unto Robyn Hode , ' Ye must gyve ...
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... thou brought my pay ? ' Not one peny , ' sayd the knyght , ' By god that maked me . ' ' Thou art a shrewed dettour , ' sayd the abbot ; ' Syr justyce , drynke to me . What doost thou here , ' sayd the abbot , ' But thou haddest brought ...
... thou brought my pay ? ' Not one peny , ' sayd the knyght , ' By god that maked me . ' ' Thou art a shrewed dettour , ' sayd the abbot ; ' Syr justyce , drynke to me . What doost thou here , ' sayd the abbot , ' But thou haddest brought ...
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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.