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INTRODUCTION This syllabus, or finding-list, is offered to lovers of folk-literature in the hope that it may not be without interest and value to them for purposes of comparison and identification. It includes 333 items, exclusive of 114 variants, and embraces all popular songs that have so far come to hand as having been "learned by ear instead of by eye," as existing through oral...
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VOICES OF THE NIGHT <Greek poem here—Euripides.> PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene.Where, the long drooping boughs between,Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above,But the dark foliage interweavesIn one unbroken roof of leaves,Underneath whose...
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SONG THE FIRST. Up Riber’s street the dance they ply, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won!There dance the knights most merrily, For young King Erik Erikson. On Riber’s bridge the dance it goes, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won!There dance the knights in scollop’d shoes, For young King Erik Erikson. ’Twas Riber Wolf the dance who led, The Castle’s won, the...
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Michael Drayton
INTRODUCTION. All civilized nations possessing a history which they contemplate with pride endeavour to present that history in an epic form. In their initial stages of culture the vehicles of expression are ballads like the constituents of the Spanish Romanceros and chronicles like Joinville’s and Froissart’s. With literary refinement comes the distinct literary purpose, and the poet appears who...
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O what is this you've done to me,Or what have I done,That bare should be our fair roof-tree,And I all alone?'Tis worse than widow I becomeMore than desolate,To face a worse than empty homeWithout child or mate.'Twas not my strife askt him his lifeWhen it was but begun,Nor mine, I was a new-made wifeAnd now I am none;Nor mine that many a sapless ghostWails in sorrow-fare—But this does...
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SONG FOR THE CENTENARY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. 1. Five years beyond an hundred years have seenTheir winters, white as faith's and age's hue,Melt, smiling through brief tears that broke between,And hope's young conquering colours reared anew,Since, on the day whose edge for kings made keenSmote sharper once than ever storm-wind blew,A head predestined for the girdling greenThat laughs at...
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A FROG HE WOULDA-WOOING GO A Frog he would a-wooing go, Heigho, says Rowley!Whether his Mother would let him or no. With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley! So off he set with his opera-hat, Heigho, says Rowley!And on his way he met with a Rat. With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach, ...
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NOTE The motif of the story embodied in the following poem was crudely outlined in a brief sketch printed in an early collection of the authors verse, and subsequently cancelled for a purpose not until now accomplished. Wyndham Towers is not to be confused with this discarded sketch, the text of which has furnished only a phrase, or an indirect suggestion, here and there. That the writer's method,...
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Nicholas Breton
There are few issues attended with greater uncertainty than the fate of a poet, and of the three represented herein it may be said that they survive but tardily in public interest. Such a state of things, in spite of all pleading, is quite beyond reason; hence the purport of this small Anthology is at once obvious. A group of poets graced with rarest charm and linked together by several and varied...
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Henry Van Dyke
THE RED FLOWER June 1914 In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll,I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the stream at will.And the friendly fertile German land Lay round me green and still. But all day long on the eastern bank Of the river cool and clear,Where the curving track of the double rails Was hardly seen though near,The endless trains of German...
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