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A Paper on Ballad Literature Read at the Manchester Athena Um Debating Society
William Ritchie Macfadyen
No preview available - 2015
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Page 5 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Page 6 - SEE ! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial ragged ring ; Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing : CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Page 5 - Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. • The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 7 - Life is all a variorum, We regard not how it goes ; Let them cant about decorum Who have characters to lose, A fig, &c.
Page 21 - The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries. Had I said, " Good folk, mere noise repels — But give me your sun from yonder skies!" They had answered
Page 10 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 12 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Page 11 - I wish I were where Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.