The Local Historian's Table Book: Of Remarkable Occurences, Historical Facts, Traditions, Legendary and Descriptive Ballads, &c., &c., Connected with the Counties of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Northumberland and Durham, Volum 8

M. A. Richardson, 1846

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PÓgina 98 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
PÓgina 271 - Captain and you are also to observe and follow such Orders and Directions as you shall from time to time receive from...
PÓgina 98 - Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
PÓgina 23 - He carolled, light as lark at morn; No longer courted and caressed, High placed in hall, a welcome guest, He poured, to lord and lady gay, The unpremeditated lay: Old times were changed, old manners gone; A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime.
PÓgina 406 - Percy there was slain Sir John of Egerton, Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James, that bold baron. And with Sir George and stout Sir James, Both knights of good account, Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain, Whose prowess did surmount. For Witherington needs must I wail As one in doleful dumps ; For when his legs were smitten off, He fought upon his stumps.
PÓgina 280 - One is a woman, a poor earthly sister, Or, be the visitant other than she seems, A guardian spirit sent from pitying Heaven, In woman's shape. But why prolong the tale, Casting weak words amid a host of thoughts...
PÓgina 407 - Like tidings to King Henry came Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Was slain in Chevy-Chase: "Now God be with him...
PÓgina 405 - Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end ; Lord Percy sees my fall.
PÓgina 308 - Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay ; All flesh is hay, Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
PÓgina 405 - With such a vehement force and might He did his body gore, The staff ran through the other side A large cloth-yard and more. So thus did both these nobles...

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