English Songs and BalladsG. Richards, 1902 - 352 strán (strany) |
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Strana viii
... tear , Break , break , break , · Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny bonny bride , But are ye sure the news is true , Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Cherry ripe , ripe , ripe , I cry , · PAGE 4 80 201 328 135 223 19 116 Cold's ...
... tear , Break , break , break , · Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny bonny bride , But are ye sure the news is true , Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Cherry ripe , ripe , ripe , I cry , · PAGE 4 80 201 328 135 223 19 116 Cold's ...
Strana viii
... tear , Break , break , break , Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny bonny bride , But are ye sure the news is true , . Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Cherry ripe , ripe , ripe , I cry , Cold's the wind , and wet's the rain , Come ...
... tear , Break , break , break , Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny bonny bride , But are ye sure the news is true , . Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Cherry ripe , ripe , ripe , I cry , Cold's the wind , and wet's the rain , Come ...
Strana xiv
... tears , . Why so pale and wan , fond lover , 115 121 With fingers weary and worn , 301 Ye gentlemen of England , 125 Ye little birds that sit and sing , 11 Ye mariners of England , 256 You are old , father William , the young man cried ...
... tears , . Why so pale and wan , fond lover , 115 121 With fingers weary and worn , 301 Ye gentlemen of England , 125 Ye little birds that sit and sing , 11 Ye mariners of England , 256 You are old , father William , the young man cried ...
Strana 7
... tears run down her cheek . Then doth she trowl to me the bowl Even as a maltworm should , And saith , ' Sweetheart , I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old . ' Now let them drink till they nod and wink , Even as good fellows ...
... tears run down her cheek . Then doth she trowl to me the bowl Even as a maltworm should , And saith , ' Sweetheart , I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old . ' Now let them drink till they nod and wink , Even as good fellows ...
Strana 20
... tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet , O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face ; Then hey ...
... tears ? O punishment ! Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears , but is a king , a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet , O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face ; Then hey ...
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Agincourt Allan Water Allen-a-Dale ANONYMOUS auld auld lang syne birds blood blow bonny Braes of Yarrow brave bride bright busk Camelot cheer cold cried dead dear death doth Earl eyes fair father fear flowers frae gallant gold gone grave Gray green Greensleeves hand hath hear heard heart Hearts of oak heaven heir of Linne High trolollie Inchcape Rock John king kiss Lady of Shalott land lassie light live looked Lord loud luve maid Mariner merry moon morning mother Nanie ne'er never night noble Nut-brown Maid o'er Oriana poor pray pretty Bessee quoth Robin Gray rose round sail ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep SONGS AND BALLADS sorrow soul spake stood stormy sweet tears tell thee There's thine thro Twas unto waves weary weep wife wild wind wood wooing o't young
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Strana 242 - River where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Strana 265 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Strana 202 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Strana 260 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Strana 120 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Strana 177 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Strana 212 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Strana 212 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Strana 207 - This body dropt not down Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Strana 239 - I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; —Her beauty made me glad. ' Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ?' ' How many ? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me.