The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Deel 4Francis James Child, George Lyman Kittredge Houghton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 429 - A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, Than my true love he built for me. There came a man, by middle day, He spied his sport, and went away ; And brought the king that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear ; He slew my knight, and poin'd ' his gear ; My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie, I...
Pagina 264 - I have got the old Scotch ballad on which Douglas was founded ; it is divine, and as long as from hence to Aston. Have you never seen it ? Aristotle's best rules are observed in it in a manner that shews the author never had heard of Aristotle.
Pagina 343 - You're neither laird nor lord,' she says, ' Bot the king that wears the crown ; There is not a knight in fair Scotland But to thee maun bow down.
Pagina 503 - She has knotted the keys upon a string, And with her she has them ta'en, She has cast them o'er her left shoulder, And to the gate she is gane. She tripped out, she tripped in, She tript into the yard ; But it was more for the king's sake, Than for the queen's regard. It fell out on a day, the king Brought the queen with him home ; And all the lords, in our country, To welcome...
Pagina 276 - IT was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a falling, That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country, Fell in love with Barbara Allan. 2. He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling: "O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
Pagina 431 - Or wilt thou be taster of my wine, To wait on me when I do dine ? ' Or wilt thou be my chamberlain, To make my bed both soft and fine ? Or wilt thou be one of my guard ? And I will give thee thy reward.
Pagina 504 - O ! quit thy sword and bend thy bow, And give me kisses three ; For though I am a poisonous worm, No hurt I'll do to thee. Oh ! quit thy sword, and bend thy bow, And give me kisses three ; If I'm not won, e'er the sun go down, Won I shall never be.
Pagina 282 - ... anxiously over the lonely moor for the sight of some person approaching. In her confusion and alarm, she accidentally left the door ajar, when the corpse suddenly started up, and sat in the bed, frowning and grinning at her frightfully. She sat alone, crying bitterly, unable to avoid the fascination of the dead man's eye, and too much terrified to break the sullen silence, till a catholic priest, passing over the wild, entered the cottage. He first set the door quite open, then put his little...
Pagina 277 - O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Pagina 322 - O still my bairn, nourice, O still him wi the pap!" "He winna still, lady, For this nor for that." 16 "O still my bairn, nourice, O still him wi the wand!