Historical & Legendary Ballads & SongsChatto and Windus, 1876 - 280 strani |
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banners BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beat bells beneath bird blood blow blue brave breast bright brow burning Ceres Charente cloud cried crimson crown curse dance dark dead death deep door dream Earl Brand eyes face fair of Bartlemy fast fell fierce fire flame floating flowers gate glittering gold golden grey hand Hans Memling head hear heart hoosh horn Hymir iris changes jewelled beetles king Lady Ladywell lances laughed leap LEGEND Linton Hill Loki loud M. J. LAWLESS MABEL'S LOVERS merry Midgard Serpent night NOSTRADAMUS o'er Odin pale passed pray Proserpine roar rolling roof rose round saints sand Saxon Saxon shore shine shone shout showers silent silver sing slaves sleep smile snow song stars stone stood Summer SWAIN swift sword tears thee Thor Thorston thou thrushes TINTORETTO toss tree turned unto voice watch waves wild wind wood
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Stran 72 - I was disobedient : I refused to attend my father to Uttoxeter market. Pride was the source of that refusal, and the remembrance of it was painful. A few years ago I desired to atone for this; fault.
Stran 134 - Then up he got and spurred the mare, and, ere I well could mount, He drove the yard gate open, man; and called to old Dick Blount, Our huntsman, dead five years ago — for the fever rose again, And was spreading, like a flood of flame, fast up into his brain. Then off he flew before the dogs, yelling to call us on, While we stood there, all pale and dumb, scarce knowing he was gone; We mounted, and below the hill we saw the fox break out. And down the covert ride we heard the old squire's parting...
Stran 72 - Pride was the source of that refusal, and the remembrance of it was painful. A few years ago, I desired to atone for this fault ; I went to Uttoxeter in very bad weather, and stood for a considerable time bare-headed in the rain, on the spot where my father's stall used to stand. In contrition I stood, and I hope the penance was expiatory.
Stran 60 - They splashed through miry rut and pool — Splintered through fence and rail ; But chestnut Kate switched over the gate — I saw them droop and tail. To Salisbury town — but a mile of down, Once over this brook and rail. Trap ! trap ! I heard their echoing hoofs Past the walls of mossy stone ; 20 The roan flew on at a staggering pace, But blood is better than bone.
Stran 133 - Then clapped the old black velvet cap upon his long gray hair, Thrust on his boots, snatched down his whip, though he was old and weak; There was a devil in his eye that would not let me speak. We loosed the dogs to humor him, and sounded on the horn ; The moon was up above the woods, just east of Haggard Bourne ; I buckled Lightning's throat-lash fast; the squire was watching me; He let the stirrups down himself so quick, yet carefully.
Stran 133 - Tom's toon, was the stirring in the stalls, And the gnawing and the scratching of the rats in the owd walls. We couldn't hear Death's foot pass by, but we knew that he was near; And the chill rain, and the wind and cold, made us all shake with fear ; We listened to the clock upstairs, — 't was breathing soft and low, For the nurse said at the turn of night the old Squire's soul would go.
Stran 60 - They splashed through miry rut and pool, — Splintered through fence and rail, But chestnut Kate switched over the gate, — I saw them droop and tail. To Salisbury town — but a mile of down, Once over this brook and rail. Trap! Trap! I heard their echoing hoofs Past the walls of mossy stone, The roan flew on at a staggering pace, But blood is better than bone. I patted old Kate, and gave her the spur, For I knew it was all my own. But trample! trample! came their steeds, And I saw their wolf's...
Stran 133 - the doctor said, " as it might do any one." And when the young sharp lawyer came to see him sign his will. Squire made me blow my horn outside as we were going to kill ; And we turned the hounds out in the court — that seemed to do him good ; For he swore, and sent us off to seek a fox in Thornhill Wood.
Stran 133 - That his son Joe, who rode so straight, died quietly in his bed. " Brandy ! " he cried ; " a tumbler full, you women howling there...