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TORD OF HAFSBOROUGH It was Tord of Hafsborough, O’er the verdant wold would ride,And there he lost his hammer of gold, ’Twas lost for so long a tide. It was Tord of Hafsborough, His brother he addressed:“Thou shalt away to the Norland hills, My hammer be thy quest.” It was Lokke Leyemand, A feather robe o’er him drew;And away to the Norland mountains high O’er the...
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THE NIGHTINGALE, OR THE TRANSFORMED DAMSEL I know where stands a Castellaye, Its turrets are so fairly gilt;With silver are its gates inlaid, Its walls of marble stone are built. Within it stands a linden tree, With lovely leaves its boughs are hung,Therein doth dwell a nightingale, And sweetly moves that bird its tongue. A gallant knight came riding by, He heard its dulcet ditty...
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MOLLIE CHARANE “O, Mollie Charane, where got you your gold?” Lone, lone you have left me here.“O not in the curragh, deep under the mould.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer. “O, Mollie Charane, where got you your stock?” Lone, lone you have left me here.“O not in the curragh from under a block.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer. “O, Mollie Charane, where got you your...
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GRIMMER AND KAMPER Grimmer walks upon the floor, Well can Grimmer wield his sword:“Give to me fair Ingeborg, For the sake of Christ our Lord.” “Far too little art thou, lad, Thou about thee canst not hack;When thou comest ’mong other kemps, Ever do they drive thee back.” “Not so little, Sire, am I, I myself full well can guard;When I fight with kempions I Gallantly...
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ERMELINE. With lance upraised so haughtily Sir Thunye rides from Alsey town;On land and main he was, I ween, A daring knight of high renown. Sir Thunye rides in good green wood, He fain will chase the nimble hare;And there he meeteth the Dwarf’s daughter, All with her band of maidens fair. Sir Thunye rides in good green wood, To chase the nimble hart and hind;And there he meets...
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Faustus, having long struggled with the shadows of Theology, the bubbles of Metaphysics, and the ignes-fatui of Morality, without being able to bring his mind to a firm conviction, at length cast himself into the dark fields of Magic, in the hope of forcing from Nature what she had so obstinately withheld from him. His first attainment was the remarkable invention of Printing; but his second was...
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INTRODUCTION Early in the present year Mr. Thos. J. Wise discovered among the miscellaneous MSS. of Borrow a fragment which proved to be part of a version of Oehlenschläger’s Gold Horns. His attention being drawn to the fact, hitherto unknown, that Borrow had translated this famous poem, he sought for, and presently found, a complete MS. of the poem, and from this copy the present text has been...
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KING HACON’S DEATH And now has happened in our day What was in ancient time foretold:Beneath his hand all Norroway’s land Has Hacon brought, the wise and bold. Full many a warrior summons he From all the country far and near;To Scotland’s realm, with shield and helm, Across the sea the King will steer. As many as sword and helm can bear With him must sail across the foam;All...
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THE TALISMAN From the Russian of Pushkin. Where fierce the surge with awful bellowDoth ever lash the rocky wall;And where the moon most brightly mellowDost beam when mists of evening fall;Where midst his harem’s countless blissesThe Moslem spends his vital span,A Sorceress there with gentle kissesPresented me a Talisman. And said: until thy latest minutePreserve, preserve my Talisman;A secret power...
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BROWN WILLIAM This ballad was written in consequence of the execution of William Christian, generally called William Donn, or Brown William, from the darkness of his complexion, who was shot at Hango Hill, near Castletown, in the Isle of Man, shortly after the Restoration, for alleged treason to the Derby family, who long possessed the sovereignty of Man. . . . The ballad of “Brown William,” which...
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