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Allen-a-Dale ap John ap arms bade band Barnard Barnard Castle battle beneath Bertram blood bold brand brave breast Brignal brow called CANTO castle cliff command comrades dark daugh death Denzil desperate dread E'en Earl Earl of Newcastle Eglistone English Erin's fair fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glade glance glow Greta hall of Cynddylan Hallowtide hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir honour horse hour Irish king look lord loud Lunedale maid mantle Matilda midwife minstrel mood Mortham ne'er nigh night Note o'er O'Neale Oswald pale pride Ralph Rokeby Risingham river Greta Rokeby's Roundheads Scottish highlanders seemed side Sir Thomas Fairfax sire smile song sought soul steed stood sword tale Tanist Tanistry Tees tell thee thine thou tower train turned Twas twine wild Wilfrid wont wood wrath Wycliffe Wycliffe's Young Redmond youth
Page 86 - 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.
Page 96 - 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.' He turned his charger as he spake Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle-reins a shake, Said, ' Adieu for evermore, My love ! And adieu for...
Page 198 - And now, my race of terror run, Mine be the eve of tropic Sun ! No pale gradations quench his ray, No twilight dews his wrath allay ; With disk like battle-target red, He rushes to his burning bed, Dyes the wide wave with bloody light, Then sinks at once — and all is night.
Page 98 - 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...
Page 36 - Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind; And woe to those who train such youth, And spare to press the rights of truth, The mind to strengthen and anneal While on the stithy glows the steel!
Page 267 - Of brushing up our youth, in letters, arms, Fair mien, discourses civil, exercise, And all the blazon of a gentleman ? Where can he learn to vault, to ride, to fence, To move his body...
Page 86 - tis at peep of light; His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night.
Page 267 - Of breeding up our youth. in letters, arms. Fair mien, discourses, civil exercise, And all the blazon of a gentleman? Where can he learn to vault, to ride, to fence, To move his body gracefuller, to speak His language purer, or to tune his mind Or manners more to the harmony of nature, Than in these nurseries of nobility? Host. 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.