Shropshire folk-lore, ed. by C.S. Burne, from the collections of G.F. Jackson |
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Shropshire Folk-Lore, Ed. by C.S. Burne, from the Collections of G.F. Jackson Georgina Frederica Jackson Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Shropshire Folk-Lore, Ed. by C.S. Burne, From the Collections of G.F. Jackson Georgina Frederica Jackson Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
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Albrighton ancient Antiquities bailiffs ballad Baschurch BERRINGTON Bishop's Castle boys Bridgnorth Byegones cakes called Carols Castle century Cenwealh CHIRBURY Chorus Christmas church Church Stretton Clee Clun Corve Dale custom dance death dedicated district ditty Domesday Domesday Book Eccleshall Edgmond Ellesmere English fair farmer feast festival Folk-lore Frankwell gipsy girl give hand harvest Hill History of Shrewsbury horse Hyssington John King George lady Loppington Lord Ludlow manor March Market Drayton Mercia morning morris-dancers neighbouring Newport night North Shropshire Open-the-Door Oswald's Oswestry OWEN AND BLAKEWAY parish party play players Pontesbury Pulverbatch Rhymes ring Rorrington round Saint Salop Salopian Shreds Say the bells servants seven shire Shreds and Patches Shropshire Word-Book Soldier song soul Staffordshire stone Stretton Sunday sung Tally-ho Thomas thou Tibberton town tradition village wake Wales Welsh Wenlock West Shropshire young
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Seite 412 - There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream : Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure ; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her straight...
Seite 399 - So when a child, as playful children use, Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news, The flame extinct, he views the roving fire — There goes my lady, and there goes the squire, There goes the parson, oh ! illustrious spark, And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk ! REPORT • OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.
Seite 503 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art;] A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part, Filling from time to time his
Seite 391 - Tityrus, where th' hast been, Tell him, Thyrsis, what th' hast seen. Tityrus. Gloomy night embraced the place Where the noble infant lay: The babe looked up, and showed his face: In spite of darkness it was day. It was thy day, sweet, and did rise, Not from the east but from thine eyes.
Seite 586 - Twas not for want of skill, Or courage, to perform the task, he fell ; (No, no, — a faulty cord, being drawn too tight, •< Hurried his soul on high to take her flight, (.Which bid the body here beneath, good night.
Seite 508 - Now you're married, you must obey, You must be true to all you say, You must be kind, you must be good, And keep your wife in kindling wood.
Seite 549 - She fetched him some of her father's gold, And some of her mother's fee; And two of the best nags out of the stable, Where they stood thirty and three.
Seite 567 - O the rose, the gentle rose, And the fennel that grows so green, God give us grace, in every place, To pray for our king and queen. Furthermore for our enemies all Our prayers they should be strong, Amen, good Lord ; your Charity Is the ending of my song.
Seite 414 - And winding valleys, with the various notes Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid brooks, Unite their echoes: near at hand the wide Majestic wave of Severn slowly rolls Along the deep-divided glebe: the flood, And trading bark with low contracted sail, Linger among the reeds and copsy banks To listen ; and to view the joyous scene.
Seite 585 - While the water runs, and the sun doth shine; For lack of heyrs to the King againe, I, William, King, the third year of my reign, Give to the Norman Hunter, To me that art both line and deare, The hoppe and hoptoune, And all the bounds up and downe, Under the earth to hell...