Old Ballads, Historical and Narrative, with Some of Modern Date;: Now First Collected, and Reprinted from Rare Copies and MSS. With Notes, Volume 3

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Thomas Evans
T. Evans, in the Strand., 1784 - 335 pages

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Page 249 - Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows should do; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have...
Page 10 - Partake, he said, my simple store, Dried fruits, and milk, and curds; And spreading all upon the board, Invites with kindly words. \ Thanks, father, for thy bounteous fare ; The youthful couple say : Then freely ate, and made good cheer, And talk'd their cares away.
Page 141 - Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn : But none from Cattraeth's vale return, Save Aeron brave, and Conan strong, (Bursting through the bloody throng) And I, the meanest of...
Page 173 - For seven miles east, and seven miles west, And seven miles north, and south, No blade of grass or corn could grow, So venomous was her mouth. The milk of seven stately cows, It was costly her to keep, Was brought her daily, which she drank Before she went to sleep. At this day may be seen the cave, Which held her folded up, And the stone trough, the very same Out of which she did sup. Word went east, and word went west, And word is gone over the sea...
Page 35 - Cheer up, my son ; perchance,' (he said) ' Some tidings I may bear : For oft when human hopes have fail'd, Then heavenly comfort's near. " ' Behind yon hills so steep and high, Down in a lowly glen, There stands a castle fair and strong, Far from th
Page 138 - Lord of every regal art, Liberal hand, and open heart. Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay Lochlin plows...
Page 43 - I meekly vowed to spend my life In penitence and prayer. The bold Sir Bertram now no more Impetuous, haughty, wild, But poor and humble benedict, Now lowly, patient, mild. My lands I gave to feed the poor, And sacred altars raise, And here, a lonely anchoret, I came to end my days.
Page 40 - Bertram, she said, be comforted, And live to think on me : May we in heaven that union prove, Which here was not to be. Bertram...
Page 35 - ' As late I chanc'd to crave an alms About this evening hour, Me-thought I heard a Lady's voice Lamenting in the tower. " 'And when I ask'd, what harm had hap'd, What Lady sick there lay? They rudely drove me from the gate, And bade me wend away.
Page 241 - tis Cupid's fire : Yet all so fair but speak my moan, Sith nought doth say the heart of stone.

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