The Defence of Guenevere: A Book of LyricsT. B. Mosher, 1896 - 2 páginas |
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The Defence of Guenevere: A Book of Lyrics (Classic Reprint) William Morris Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
The Defence of Guenevere: A Book of Lyrics (Classic Reprint) William Morris Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Términos y frases comunes
abide Amans art thou kind back from sea bands basnet bead belle jaune giroflée belle La Marguerite bill blood blue bon des barrières Boncœur Castel beau dead Deus est Deus Deus pauperum door est belle La est Deus pauperum eyes face fair lord fair Yoland feet floor flowers Gauwaine Gervaise gilliflower Godmar Gold wings golden green grew grey Guenevere Guienne hair hand head Jebane du Castel keep us long kiss knight knoweth What thing la belle jaune lady land Launcelot Let me depart lily-seed to find lips lone Maltete Mellyagraunce Minstrels and maids moon noon Nought o'er pennon pray Puellæ qu'elle est belle rain red roses ride round scarlet Seven Towers sing Sir Giles snow song stand sweet Sword came back tears thee thou art blind thou art sad thou wanderest tune of Seven turn'd unhappy wanderest the lily-seed weep wind ye are happy
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Página lv - She sobb'd, made giddy in the head By the swift riding; while, for cold, Her slender fingers scarce could hold The wet reins; yea, and scarcely, too, She felt the foot within her shoe Against the stirrup: all for this, To part at last without a kiss Beside the haystack in the floods.
Página lviii - Foul lies," she said. "Eh? lies, my Jehane? by God's head, At Paris folks would deem them true ! Do you know, Jehane, they cry for you, ' Jehane the brown ! Jehane the brown ! Give us Jehane to burn or drown !
Página xxxvi - And the faint yellow juice ooze out like blood from a wizard's jar; And the dogs will howl for those who went last month to the war.
Página ix - BUT, knowing now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand close to her mouth touching her cheek, As though she had had there a shameful blow, And feeling it shameful to feel aught but shame All through her heart, yet felt her cheek burned so, She must a little touch it; like one lame She walked away from Gauwaine...
Página lxvi - Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. "There was an old man there beside, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. His hair was white and his hood was wide. Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. " And as we gazed this thing upon, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. Those twain knelt down to the Little One. Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. " And a marvellous song we straight did hear, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. That slew our...
Página xlii - Float from the open'd lips of Louise; But, alas! the sea-salt oozes through The chinks of the tiles of the Closet Blue; And ever the great bell overhead Booms in the wind a knell for the dead, The wind plays on it a knell for the dead. They sing all together How long ago was it, how long ago, He came to this tower with hands full of snow? Kneel down, O love Louise, kneel down ! he said, And sprinkled the dusty snow over my head.
Página xviii - I love to see your step upon the ground " 'Unwavering, also well I love to see That gracious smile light up your face, and hear Your wonderful words, that all mean verily "'The thing they seem to mean: good friend, so dear...
Página xxvi - SHAMEFUL DEATH THERE were four of us about that bed; The mass-priest knelt at the side, I and his mother stood at the head, Over his feet lay the bride; We were quite sure that he was dead, Though his eyes were open wide. He did not die in the night, He did not die in the day, But in the morning twilight His spirit pass'd away, When neither sun nor moon was bright, And the trees were merely grey.
Página xliv - Therefore" said fair Yoland of the flowers, " This is the tune of Seven Towers." No one walks there now ; Except in the white moonlight The white ghosts walk in a row ; If one could see it, an awful sight, — "Listen!" said fair Yoland of the flowers, " This is the tune of Seven Towers...
Página xxvii - And my hair is all turn'd grey, But I met Sir John of the Fen Long ago on a summer day, And am glad to think of the moment when I took his life away. I am threescore and ten, And my strength is mostly pass'd, But long ago I and my men, When the sky was overcast, And the smoke roll'd over the reeds of the fen, Slew Guy of the Dolorous Blast.