The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 עמודים |
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עמוד v
... GIL MORRICE 60 THE BONNIE BAIRNS THE CLERK'S TWA SONS o ' OWSENFORD . 120 GLENFINLAS 35 82 THE CRUEL SISTER • • 134 HEIRE OF LINNE 47 THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF ROBIN HOOD 115 HENGIST AND MEY 151 THE EVE OF ST . JOHN- 96 JOHNNIE OF ...
... GIL MORRICE 60 THE BONNIE BAIRNS THE CLERK'S TWA SONS o ' OWSENFORD . 120 GLENFINLAS 35 82 THE CRUEL SISTER • • 134 HEIRE OF LINNE 47 THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF ROBIN HOOD 115 HENGIST AND MEY 151 THE EVE OF ST . JOHN- 96 JOHNNIE OF ...
עמוד 33
... lie ye liars loud ! Fu ' loud I hear ye lie ! For I have brought as much white monie As gane my men and me , And I hae brought a half - fou o'gude red gowd Out owre the sea wi ' me . GIL MORRICE . THIS ballad , in common with many 333.
... lie ye liars loud ! Fu ' loud I hear ye lie ! For I have brought as much white monie As gane my men and me , And I hae brought a half - fou o'gude red gowd Out owre the sea wi ' me . GIL MORRICE . THIS ballad , in common with many 333.
עמוד 35
... GIL MORRICE was an erles son , His name it waxed wide ; It was nae for his parentage , Nor yet his meikle pride , Bot for his dame , a lady gay , Wha lived on Carrons side . • Whar sall I get a bonny boy , That will win hose and shoen ...
... GIL MORRICE was an erles son , His name it waxed wide ; It was nae for his parentage , Nor yet his meikle pride , Bot for his dame , a lady gay , Wha lived on Carrons side . • Whar sall I get a bonny boy , That will win hose and shoen ...
עמוד 36
... Gil Morrice , Speir nae bauld barons leive . ' The lady stamped wi ' her foot , And winked wi ' her eie ; Bot a ... Gil Morrice , It's deir welcum to me . ' Ye lie , ye lie , ye filthy nurse , Sae loud I hear ye lie ; I brocht it to Lord ...
... Gil Morrice , Speir nae bauld barons leive . ' The lady stamped wi ' her foot , And winked wi ' her eie ; Bot a ... Gil Morrice , It's deir welcum to me . ' Ye lie , ye lie , ye filthy nurse , Sae loud I hear ye lie ; I brocht it to Lord ...
עמוד 37
Samuel Carter Hall. And he has tane Gil Morrice up , Laid him across his steid ; The meinest man in a ' his train , Has gotten that steid to lede . The lady on the castle wa ' Beheld baith dale and down ; And there she saw Gil Morrice ...
Samuel Carter Hall. And he has tane Gil Morrice up , Laid him across his steid ; The meinest man in a ' his train , Has gotten that steid to lede . The lady on the castle wa ' Beheld baith dale and down ; And there she saw Gil Morrice ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 71 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover...
עמוד 71 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
עמוד 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
עמוד 34 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
עמוד 61 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ; And how she wept and...
עמוד viii - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
עמוד 150 - Knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. "His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
עמוד 108 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
עמוד 60 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
עמוד 34 - A' for the sake of their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.