The Norfolk garland: a collection of the superstitious beliefs and practices, proverbs, curious customs, ballads and songs, of the people of Norfolk, as well as anecdotes illustrative of the genius or peculiarities of Norfolk celebrities (Google eBook)

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John Glyde (jr.), John Glyde
Jarrold and sons, 1872 - Ballads, English - 405 pages
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Page 48 - Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lie on. Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch and one to pray And two to bear my soul away.
Page 238 - I'll lay me down and die; Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Page 62 - The fairies lost command ; They did but change priests' babies, But some have changed your land : And all your children sprung from thence Are now grown Puritans; Who live as changelings ever since, For love of your domains.
Page 331 - ... devotion lies In odd perverse antipathies, In falling out with that or this And finding somewhat still amiss; More peevish, cross and splenetic Than dog distract or monkey sick: That with more care keep holyday The wrong...
Page 324 - In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned he bowed and said, " Thy will, not mine, be done...
Page 334 - Go, youth beloved, in distant glades New friends, new hopes, new joys to find! Yet sometimes deign, 'midst fairer maids, To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share, Must never be my happy lot...
Page 238 - The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his, but, woe to me ! Their constancy was mine. For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my...
Page 215 - THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE. WILL you hear a Spanish lady How she wooed an English man Garments gay as rich as may be Decked with jewels she had on. Of a comely countenance and grace was she, And by birth and parentage of high degree.
Page 238 - I triumph'd in his pain: Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn In secret, where he died. But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Page 231 - How shall I know your true love, That have met many a one, As I went to the holy land, That have come, that have gone?

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