The Pirate: Andrew Lang Edition

MINNA ON THE CLIFF 103 THE PIRATE'S COUNCIL 208 MINNA TAKING THE PISTOL ...

The storm had ceased its wintry roar, Hoarse dash the billows of the sea; But who on Thule's desert shore, Cries, Have I burnt my harp for thee? ...

'Tis not alone the scene--the man, Anselmo, The man finds sympathies in these wild wastes, And roughly tumbling seas, which fairer views And smoother waves deny him. ...

"O, Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They were twa bonnie lasses; They biggit a house on yon burn-brae, And theekit it ower wi' rashes. Fair Bessy Bell I looed yestreen, ...

This is no pilgrim's morning--yon grey mist Lies upon hill, and dale, and field, and forest, Like the dun wimple of a new-made widow; And, by my faith, although my heart be s...

The wind blew keen frae north and east; It blew upon the floor. Quo' our goodman to our goodwife, "Get up and bar the door." "My hand is in my housewife-skep, Good...

----If, by your art, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. _Tempest._ The storm had somewhat relaxed its rigo...

She does no work by halves, yon raving ocean; Engulfing those she strangles, her wild womb Affords the mariners whom she hath dealt on, Their death at once, and sepulchre. ...

He was a lovely youth, I guess; The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he; And when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay, Upon the tropic ...

This is a gentle trader, and a prudent. He's no Autolycus, to blear your eye, With quips of worldly gauds and gamesomeness; But seasons all his glittering merchandise With ...

I have possessed the regulation of the weather and the distribution of the seasons. The sun has listened to my dictates, and passed from tropic to tropic by my direction; ...

----All your ancient customs, And long-descended usages, I'll change. Ye shall not eat, nor drink, nor speak, nor move, Think, look, or walk, as ye were wont to do. Even yo...

----Thou hast described A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and sim...

Full in the midst the polish'd table shines, And the bright goblets, rich with generous wines; Now each partakes the feast, the wine prepares, Portions the food, and each the...

We'll keep our customs--what is law itself, But old establish'd custom? What religion, (I mean, with one-half of the men that use it,) Save the good use and wont that carries...

A torch for me--let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the useless rushes with their heels: For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase-- I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. ...

--------My mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels. ...

They man their boats, and all the young men arm, With whatsoever might the monsters harm; Pikes, halberds, spits, and darts, that wound afar, The tools of peace, and implemen...

And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price. _Ancient ...

I pass like night from land to land, I have strange power of speech; So soon as e'er his face I see, I know the man that must hear me, To him my tale I teach. ...

Is all the counsel that we two have shared-- The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us--O, and is all forgot? ...

But lost to me, for ever lost those joys, Which reason scatters, and which time destroys. No more the midnight fairy-train I view, All in the merry moonlight tippling dew. ...

There was a laughing devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled--and Mercy sigh'd farewell...

There was shaking of hands, and sorrow of heart, For the hour was approaching when merry folks must part; So we call'd for our horses, and ask'd for our way, While the jolly ...

But this sad evil which doth her infest, Doth course of natural cause far exceed, And housed is within her hollow breast, That either seems some cursed witch's deed, ...

I do love these ancient ruins-- We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here, in this open court, (Which now lies naked ...

Nae langer she wept,--her tears were a' spent,-- Despair it was come, and she thought it content; She thought it content, but her cheek it grew pale, And she droop'd, like a ...

Thrice from the cavern's darksome womb Her groaning voice arose; And come, my daughter, fearless come, And fearless tell thy woes! ...

The witch then raised her wither'd arm, And waved her wand on high, And, while she spoke the mutter'd charm, Dark lightning fill'd her eye. ...

See yonder woman, whom our swains revere, And dread in secret, while they take her counsel When sweetheart shall be kind, or when cross dame shall die; Where lurks the thief ...

What ho, my jovial mates! come on! we'll frolic it Like fairies frisking in the merry moonshine, Seen by the curtal friar, who, from some christening Or some blithe bridal, h...

"By this hand, thou think'st me as far in the devil's book as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy and persistency. Let the end try the man.... Albeit I could tell to thee, ...

I strive like to the vessel in the tide-way, Which, lacking favouring breeze, hath not the power To stem the powerful current.--Even so, Resolving daily to forsake my vices, ...

Parental love, my friend, has power o'er wisdom, And is the charm, which, like the falconer's lure, Can bring from heaven the highest soaring spirits.-- So, when famed Prospe...

Hark to the insult loud, the bitter sneer, The fierce threat answering to the brutal jeer; Oaths fly like pistol-shots, and vengeful words Clash with each other like conflict...

"I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep!" DIBDIN. When the Provost and Cleveland had returned into the public council...

Clap on more sail, pursue, up with your fights, Give fire--she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! SHAKSPEARE. A very handsom...

Over the mountains and under the waves, Over the fountains and under the graves, Over floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey, Over rocks that are s...

Fly, Fleance, fly!--Thou mayst escape. _Macbeth._ It was one branch of the various arts by which Norna endeavoured to maintain h...

Now, Emma, now the last reflection make, What thou wouldst follow, what thou must forsake By our ill-omen'd stars and adverse Heaven, No middle object to thy choice is given....

Of an outlawe, this is the lawe-- That men him take and bind, Without pitie hang'd to be, And waive with the wind. _The Ballad of the Nut Brown ...

Joy, joy, in London now! SOUTHEY. The news of the capture of the Rover reached Kirkwall, about an hour before noon, and filled...

Go, some of you cry a reprieve! _Beggar's Opera._ Captain Weatherport had, before this time, reached Kirkwall in person, and was receiv...