Among the Old Scotch Minstrels: Studying Their Ballads of War, Love, Social Life, Folk-lore and FairylandD. Douglas, 1888 - 351 Seiten |
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Among the Old Scotch Minstrels: Studying Their Ballads of War, Love, Social ... William M'Dowall Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ain true love Alison Gross amang auld bairn baith ballad balladist bauld Billy Blin Binnorie blaw blood blude bonnie mill-dams bower bride brother castle Clerk Saunders Clyde's water damsel daughter dear Douglas doun Earl fair Annie father fause Fause Foodrage fell flowers frae Frendraught gane gang Gil Morice Glenkindie Gordon gowd green hair hame hand harp haud heart Heir of Linne Helen heroine Johnnie Johnstone King Kinmount kiss knee knight Lammikin land Lord Weire lover maiden mair Marjorie maun monie mother nane ne'er never old minstrels owre Queen reply richt ride says Scotland Scottish Sir Patrick Spens sister spak stane steed sweet ta'en tale tell thee thou troth true love verses wadna weel wife Willie wine Yarrow ye maun Ye'll young young Benjie
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 4 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Seite 49 - Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land - Good Night!
Seite 72 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel. With belted sword and spur on heel: They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day nor yet by night: They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.
Seite 148 - O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says "Haste and come to me!
Seite 164 - I rejoiced that waeful, waeful day, I sang, my voice the woods returning ; But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my Love, and left me mourning. "What can my barbarous, barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue me ? My...
Seite 147 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! O think na ye my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care On fair Kirconnell lea.
Seite 290 - So thick beset with thorns and briers? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. 'And see ye not that braid braid road. That lies across that lily leven? That is the path of wickedness. Though some call it the road to heaven, 'And see ye not that bonny road That winds about the fernie brae?
Seite 72 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night : They lay down to rest With corslet laced...
Seite 176 - Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, "Get up, and let me in! Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, "For this night my fair lady I've win.