Fitz-Gwarine: A Ballad of the Welsh Border; in Three Cantos. With Other Rhymes, Legendary, Incidental, and HumorousW. Morris, 1812 - 286 oldal |
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3. oldal
... heard In times of better days ; Festive revelry went round The board with blushing goblets crown'd , And costly carpets clad the ground Where now yon cattle graze . • Days were those of splendour high , Days of hospitality , When to his ...
... heard In times of better days ; Festive revelry went round The board with blushing goblets crown'd , And costly carpets clad the ground Where now yon cattle graze . • Days were those of splendour high , Days of hospitality , When to his ...
15. oldal
... heard it said " He sorrow'd for an absent maid " He'd seen in Normandy ; " ( The place I left but yester - year ) But gently when I did him jeer , " He said he lov'd no lady there , " Then sigh'd , and turn'd away . " Said Wrenoc ...
... heard it said " He sorrow'd for an absent maid " He'd seen in Normandy ; " ( The place I left but yester - year ) But gently when I did him jeer , " He said he lov'd no lady there , " Then sigh'd , and turn'd away . " Said Wrenoc ...
19. oldal
... heard the distant swell and fall Of music from the concert - hall , Whence , thro ' the branched windows high , The glimmering tapers met his eye . A soul had he that joy'd to flow To music with enraptur'd glow , Whether in bursts and ...
... heard the distant swell and fall Of music from the concert - hall , Whence , thro ' the branched windows high , The glimmering tapers met his eye . A soul had he that joy'd to flow To music with enraptur'd glow , Whether in bursts and ...
20. oldal
... pitch to reach ; And now and then some fav'rite bar Is slightly touch'd with careless air ; Or , dimly heard , some running trill , To try the harp or shew the skill The strings are swept with hasty throw , Half lost ( 20 )
... pitch to reach ; And now and then some fav'rite bar Is slightly touch'd with careless air ; Or , dimly heard , some running trill , To try the harp or shew the skill The strings are swept with hasty throw , Half lost ( 20 )
46. oldal
... heard " Our hiding - place hard by ; " And as across my way he came , " Know'st thou ( quoth he ) of any game ? " Aye - game enough ( quoth I ) " Ride to yon briery dingle rough " Trust me , I'll rouse ye game enough , " My bugle then I ...
... heard " Our hiding - place hard by ; " And as across my way he came , " Know'st thou ( quoth he ) of any game ? " Aye - game enough ( quoth I ) " Ride to yon briery dingle rough " Trust me , I'll rouse ye game enough , " My bugle then I ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
99. oldal - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
147. oldal - The HELLISH Passions hurry by; And each with hasty louring flight, Glaring by fits before his sight, Like phantoms of a horrid night Their grisly features roll ; But Nature...
3. oldal - Fitz-Guarinc of Lorraine. — .Sires were his from days of yore That all the same distinction bore Of title and of name ; A name that Valour's blazon'd blade In feats of chivalry bad made The favourite of Fame.
2. oldal - That fringe its ruins now. Other hangings deck'd the wall Where now the nodding foxgloves tall Their spotty hoods unfold ; Harebells there with bugloss vie, And gillyflowers of yellow dye, Seem now to musing Fancy's eye To mock the mimic tapestry...
127. oldal - ... may be seen in it at a great depth! In the summer # months fishing parties of ladies and gentlemen frequently spend the day on it in a boat with music and refreshments} for one of such occasions this ballad was hastily written, when my ingenious friend Mr.
145. oldal - T is thy darling's natal day: Borne on Zephyr's breezy wings, Her varied vesture Fancy flings; Methinks I see her rainbow-colour'd car Gliding on curl'd clouds through blue fields of air; To Avon's meadows, cowslip-clad, She wheels her mazy way, Well pleas'd to see all Nature glad, , And Spring her flaunting flowrets add, To hail the greatly-gifted lad Upon his natal day. In showery April's sunshine bright...
3. oldal - That flaunted th«re of old. Other guests than yon lone bird, And other music here was heard, In times of better days ; Festive revelry went round, The board with blushing goblets crown'd, And costly carpets clad the ground Where now yon cattle graze...
129. oldal - O'er the rocks of the Giant's Grave ; That sinking soon with the sharp-horned moon Will set on the western wave." Then, oh! paler than the pale primrose Wax'd the cheeks of the fair Ladye ; And as she withdrew on the Clerk she threw, A glance of her angered eye. " Now, Christ thee save, thou King Alaric, Why gloomy bends thy brow ? And why athwart thy heavy eyelids...
139. oldal - Croes-Willini there will the traveller hear And the cave called the Grim Ogo. And oft from our boat on a summer's eve Sweet music is heard to flow, As we push from the side of the Blue Lake's tide, Where the long green rushes grow. And our banquet is spread on the boat's flat head, And our cool wine drawn from the hold, Where the lilies of the pool spread their broad leaves cool, And their chaliced flowers unfold. And we make good fare of the pike and the dare, And merrily laugh at the jest, How...
137. oldal - But I found, as I my beauties lost, I lost his love as well, Till nine years since I charmed that Prince With this a Spirit's spell. "That his eyes should delight in my beauty bright, Which never should lose its hue Till within his hall the flag-reeds tall And the long green rushes grew. " And this spell was given if one night in seven, Ere the pale Moon set in the wave, I alone should go to the grim Ogo And an Ogress form receive. " This night 1 sat late at the gay banquet, And just ere my task...