The Common-place Book of Ancient and Modern Ballad and Metrical Legendary Tales: An Original Selection, Including Many Never Before Published
John Anderson, Jun. 55, North Bridge-Street, and W. Hunter, Edinburgh, 1824 - Ballads, English - 420 pages
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Page 132 - Well done! " as loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin, who but he! his fame soon spread around; "He carries weight! He rides a race! "Tis for a thousand pound!
Page 130 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, " The wine is left behind ! " " Good lack ! " quoth he ; " yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Page 129 - So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all get in, — Six precious souls, — and all agog to dash through thick and thin! Smack went the whip, round went the wheels ; were never folks so glad; The stones did rattle underneath, as if Cheapside were mad.
Page 168 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page 206 - A WELL there is in the West country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the West country But has heard of the well of St. Keyne.
Page 182 - But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " Oh, haste thee, haste ! " the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 169 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Page 128 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.