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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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THE SONG OF DEIRDRA Farewell, grey Albyn, much loved land, I ne’er shall see thy hills again;Upon those hills I oft would stand And view the chase sweep o’er the plain. ’Twas pleasant from their tops I ween To see the stag that bounding ran;And all the rout of hunters keen, The sons of Usna in the van. The chiefs of Albyn feasted high, Amidst them Usna’s children shone;And...
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AXEL THORDSON AND FAIR VALBORG. At the wide board at tables play, With pleasure and with glee aboundingThe ladies twain in fair array, The game they play is most astounding. How fly about the dies so small, Such sudden turnings are they making;And so does Fortune’s wheel withal, We scarcely know the route ’tis taking. Dame Julli grand, and Malfred Queen, At tables were their...
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THE TALE OF BRYNILD Sivard he a colt has got, The swiftest ’neath the sun;Proud Brynild from the Hill of Glass In open day he won. Unto her did of knights and swains The very flower ride;Not one of them the maid to win Could climb the mountain’s side. The hill it was both steep and smooth; Upon its lofty headHer sire had set her, knight nor swain He swore with her should...
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MARSK STIG’S DAUGHTERS Two daughters fair the Marshal had,O grievous was their fate and sad. The eldest she took her sister’s handAnd away they went to Sweden’s land. Home from the Stevn King Byrgye rode;Up to him Marsk Stig’s daughters trode. “What women ye who beset my gate?What brings ye hither at eve so late?” “Daughters of Stig, the Marshal brave,So earnestly thee for help we...
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Preface. The Sleeping Bard was originally written in the Welsh language, and was published about the year 1720. The author of it, Elis Wyn, was a clergyman of the Cambro Anglican Church, and a native of Denbighshire, in which county he passed the greater part of his life, at a place called Y las Ynys. Besides the Sleeping Bard, he wrote and published a book in Welsh, consisting of advice to...
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The Dingle at Night—The Two Sides of the Question—Roman Females—Filling the Kettle—The Dream—The Tall Figure. I descended to the bottom of the dingle. It was nearly involved in obscurity. To dissipate the feeling of melancholy which came over my mind, I resolved to kindle a fire; and having heaped dry sticks upon my hearth, and added a billet or two, I struck a light, and soon produced a...
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THE BROTHER AVENGED I stood before my master’s board, The skinker’s office plying;The herald-men brought tidings then That my brother was murdered lying. I followed my lord unto his bed, By his dearest down he laid him;Then my courser out of the stall I led, And with saddle and bit arrayed him. I sprang upon my courser’s back, With the spur began to goad him;And ere I drew his...
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CHILD MAIDELVOLD. The fair Sidselil, of all maidens the flower,With her mother the Queen sat at work in her bower. So hard at the woof the fair Sidselil plies,That out from her bosom, so white, the milk flies. “Now hear thou, O Sidselil, child of my heart,What causes the milk from thy bosom to start?” “O that is not milk, my dear mother, I vow,It is but the mead I was drinking just now.”...
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EMELIAN THE FOOL In a certain village there lived a mujik, or yeoman, who had three sons; two were clever, but the third was a fool, who was called Emelian. When the good man had reached an extreme old age, he called all his sons to him, and said: “Dear children, I feel that I have not long to live; I therefore leave you house and cattle, which you will divide in equal portions. I also leave you...
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