The British Poets, Volume 2

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Little, Brown & Company, 1866
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Page 221 - 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell Lee. As I went down the water side, None but my foe to be my guide, None but my foe to be my guide, On fair Kirconnell Lee;
Page 221 - SECOND. I wish I were where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee I Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, "When in
Page 117 - chuse, Lady Marg'ret," he said, ■ O whether will ye gang or bide ? "— " I'll gang, I'll gang, Lord William," she said, " For you have left me no other guide."— He's lifted her on a milk-white steed. And himself on a dapple grey, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And slowly they baith rade away.
Page 118 - 0 they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear ; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she 'gan to fear.
Page 258 - 0 where hae ye been Lord Randal, my son ? 0 where hae ye been, my handsome young man?"— " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."— LORD RANDAL.
Page 193 - Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid, This night I'll make it narrow; For a' the livelang winter night I ly twin'd of my marrow. " 0 came you by yon water-side ? Pou'd you the rose or lilly? Or came you by yon meadow green? Or saw you my sweet Willy ?
Page 237 - 01 hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither: OI hae killed my hauke sae guid, And I had nae mair bot hee 0." ■ Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward: Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, My deir son I tell thee 0.
Page 107 - wha will shoe my bonny foot ? And wha will glove my hand ? And wha will lace my middle jimp Wi' a lang, lang linen band ? " O wha will kame my yellow hair, With a new-made silver kame ? And wha will father my young son, Till Lord Gregory come hame ? "— " Thy father will shoe thy bonny foot, Thy
Page 260 - 250 LORD RANDAL. OI fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man ! "— " O yes ! I am poison'd ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.
Page 129 - Into my mithers wame." The bride she drew a long bodkin Frae out her gay head-gear, And strake fair Annet unto the heart, That word she nevir spak mair. Lord Thomas he saw fair Annet wex pale, And marvelit what mote bee : But whan he saw her dear hearts blude, A

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