Historical ballads, ed. and annotated by C.M. Yonge, arranged to meet the new code of 1882, schedule II., English, 2 tomas |
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Angelus bell Ave Like voices Ave Maria battle beech at Domremy bell and Ave Branksome Hall brave brown-eyed fawn child with thy Chosen darling Dances by beech darling of heaven desolate and young devout repeat Domremy¹ What special English F. T. PALGRAVE fir And nestled folding shade follows her sheep forest Came silently France the beloved gallant gentleness on thee glancing upon thee grief had England Guthrum Haco Hail Mary hath Jacobite Joan's native village Johnnie Cope King Kirkley Hall lady longer.-Apart Sitting Lord MAID OF ORLEANS meadow there shine MENELLA SMEDLEY nestled his gentleness night o'er Percy Pity for France Queen quoth repeat the Angel's Robin Hood Roman Catholic Churches rung at sunset Saladin Scotland silent shrine Sitting with thought squirrel stepped sunset in Roman thee wild things thou Thurstan village in Lorraine voice henceforth voices they follow wrath might burn
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117 psl. - Scot," exclaims the Lance — Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, To his Ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the Flock of War...
12 psl. - Other Romans shall arise Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame.
101 psl. - With that there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never spoke more words than these : Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.
13 psl. - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. ' Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
141 psl. - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
205 psl. - A MIST was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and panel, Streamed the red autumn sun. It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon. And the white sails of ships ; And, from the frowning rampart, the black cannon Hailed it with feverish lips. Sandwich and Romney, Hastings, Hythe, and Dover Were all alert that day, To see the French war-steamers speeding over, When the fog cleared away.
117 psl. - Again he wanders forth at will, And tends a flock from hill to hill : His garb is humble ; ne'er was seen, Such garb with such a noble mien ; Among the...
69 psl. - COME listen to me, you gallants so free, All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will tell you of a bold outlaw That lived in Nottinghamshire. As Robin Hood in the forest stood, All under the green-wood tree, There he was aware of a brave young man, As fine as fine might be.
141 psl. - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear, — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
11 psl. - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish — write that word In the blood that she has spilt...