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Page 377 - Señor, eran de mi hermano, y hoy os las envió. — ¿Cuya es aquella lanza, desde aquí la veo yo? — Tomalda, conde, tomalda, matadme con ella vos, que aquesta muerte, buen conde, bien os la merezco yo.
Page 407 - 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. O 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.
Page 407 - She held his steed in her milk-white hand, And never shed one tear, Until that she saw her seven brethren fa', And her father hard fighting, who loved her so dear.
Page 365 - To gods and goddesses the unruly joy He show'd, and vaunted of his matchless boy: 'From us, (he said) this day an infant springs, Fated to rule, and born a king of kings.
Page 406 - HHHERE is a land of pure delight, -*- Where saints immortal reign ; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-fading flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Page 406 - Faire Emmeline scant had ridden a mile, A mile forth of the towne, When she was aware of her fathers men Come galloping over the downe: And foremost came the carlish knight, Sir John of the north countraye: "Nowe stop, nowe stop, thou false traitoure, Nor carry that ladye awaye.
Page 287 - I am not mourning, at this tide, That I suld be Cospatrick's bride ; But I am sorrowing in my mood, That I suld leave my mother good. " But, gentle boy, come tell to me, What is the custom of thy countrie ? " — " The custom thereof, my dame," he says, " Will ill a gentle ladye please.