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Allen-a-Dale ap John ap arms bade band barbed horse Barnard Barnard Castle battle Bernard Gilpin Bertram blood bold brand brave breast Brignal brow called CANTO castle chace cheek cliff command comrades dæmon dark death Denzil dread Earl Earl of Kildare Eglistone English Erin's fair fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glade glance Greta grey hall of Cynddylan hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir honour horse hour Irish king knew Lond look Lord loud Lunedale maid Matilda midwife minstrel Mortham ne'er nigh night Northumberland o'er O'Neale Oswald pale pride Ralph Rokeby Risingham river Greta Rokeby's Scottish highlanders seemed shewed side sire smile song sought soul STANZA steed stood sword tale Tanist Tees tell thee thine thou tower train turned Twas twine wild Wilfrid wont wood wrath Wycliffe Wycliffe's Yafforth Young Redmond youth
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Seite 65 - 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 64 - tis at peep of light; His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night.
Seite 209 - Iren. They use to place him that shall be their captaine upon a stone, always reserved to that purpose, and placed commonly upon a hill. In some of which I have seen formed and engraven a foot, which they say was the measure of their first captaine's foot...
Seite 64 - Maiden ! a nameless life I lead, A nameless death I'll die ! The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead, Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met, Beneath the greenwood bough, What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now.
Seite 74 - XXX. Song. ALLEN-A-DALE. Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, Allen-a-Dale has no furrow for turning. Allen-a-Dale has no fleece for the spinning, Yet 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...
Seite 113 - Erin's crest be seen The flower she loves of emerald green — But, lady, twine no wreath for me, Or twine it of the cypress tree...
Seite 217 - Ay, that was when the nursery's self was noble, And only virtue made it, not the market, That titles were not vended at the drum Or common outcry. Goodness gave the greatness, And greatness worship. Every house became An academy of honour, and those parts We see departed in the practice now Quite from the institution.
Seite 72 - 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 you knew. "This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Seite 113 - s all too bright, The May-flower and the eglantine May shade a brow less sad than mine ; But, Lady, weave no wreath for me, Or weave it of the cypress-tree ! Let...
Seite 74 - shows gallanter still ; 'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale, And with all its bright spangles!