Ballads and Lyrical PiecesJames Ballentyne and Company, 1812 - 182 Seiten |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
abbot of Melrose ancient Andro Hart Arran ballad bard battle battle of Langside betide betwixt blood blude Bothwellhaugh bugle called castle chuse Corspatrick Count Albert Dunbar Earl earth Eildon Tree Ercildoune euyr Evandale Farewell fell ferlies Fordun forest frae a tree Geoffrey of Monmouth Gildas Glenfinlas grene wode spray grey GREY BROTHER Guendolana Guendolen Hamilton harp hill horn horse hound James ladye Lailoken land Learmont's light Lord maun Merlin mountain ne'er nethe the grene never night ninth degree o'er ouyr yone Pausayl poem præ prophecy prophecy of Berlington prophetic pu'd an apple queen regent resedit river Tweed ruins Saint sall sayd Scotland Scots Scottish shal shalt shew sothly St Fillan stag steed suevit tale thee ther Thomas lay THOMAS THE RHYMER thou thre tower tradition true Thomas Tweed Tweeddale verses Waldhave wild wind ye maun ye Thomas yone fayr
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 27 - John I must wander alone : In thy bower I may not be.' — " ' Now, out on thee, fainthearted Knight ! Thou shouldst not say me nay ; For the eve is sweet, and when lovers meet, Is worth the whole summer's day. "'And...
Seite 28 - Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain. "•The varying light deceived thy sight, And the wild winds drowned the name ; For the Dryburgh bells ring, and the white monks do sing, For Sir Richard of Coldinghame!
Seite 73 - Harp and carp, Thomas," she said; " Harp and carp along wi me; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be." — "Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me." — Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree. "Now, ye maun go wi...
Seite 73 - O no, O no, Thomas," she said, That name does not belang to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee.
Seite 118 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst...
Seite 108 - tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud." "No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud." THE ERL-KING SPEAKS "O come and go with me, thou loveliest child; By many a gay sport shall thy time be beguiled; My mother keeps for thee full many a fair toy, And many a fine flower shall she pluck for my boy.
Seite 74 - She mounted on her milk-white steed; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind; And aye, whene'er her bridle rung, The steed flew swifter than the wind. O they rade on, and farther on; The steed gaed swifter than the wind, Until they reached a desert wide.
Seite 25 - My lady, each night, sought the lonely light, That burns on the wild Watchfold ; For from height to height, the beacons bright, Of the English foemen told.
Seite 76 - ... garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree — * ' Take this for thy wages, true Thomas ; It will give thee the tongue that can never lie.' 'My tongue is mine ain,' true Thomas said; 'A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!
Seite 118 - When, wildered, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam.