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Seite 126 - Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.' 'If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, That dwell by dale and down. And if thou canst that riddle read, As read full well you may, Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, As blithe as Queen of May.
Seite 143 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me yon knew.
Seite 147 - Allen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning. . Come, read me my riddle! come, hearken my tale ! And tell me the craft of bold Allen-a-Dale. The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, And he views his domains upon Arkindale side. The mere for his net, and the land for his game, The chase for the wild, and the park for the tame ; Yet the fish of the lake, and the deer of the vale, Are less free to Lord Dacre than Allen-a-dale.
Seite 148 - shows gallanter still ; 'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale, And with all its bright spangles!
Seite 129 - I'm with my comrades met, Beneath the greenwood bough, What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now. Chorus "Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen.
Seite lxiv - For why ? because the good old rule Sufficeth them, — the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep, who can.
Seite 127 - tis at peep of light; His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night.
Seite 228 - I have looked and loved my last ! When villagers my shroud bestrew With pansies, rosemary, and rue, — Then, l/ady, weave a wreath for me, And weave it of the cypress-tree.
Seite 102 - The falcon, poised on soaring wing, Watches the wild-duck by the spring; The slow-hound wakes the fox's lair; The greyhound presses on the hare ; The eagle pounces on the lamb ; The wolf devours the fleecy dam ; Even tiger fell, and sullen bear, Their likeness and their lineage spare ; — Man, only, mars kind Nature's plan, And turns the fierce pursuit on man ; Plying war's desultory trade, Incursion, flight, and ambuscade, Since Nimrod, Gush's mighty son, At first the bloody game begun.