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Author: Andrew Lang Publisher: Good Press ISBN: Category : Poetry Languages : en Pages : 63
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'Ban and Arriere Ban: A Rally of Fugitive Rhymes' is a collection of poems by Andrew Lang. More than two dozen titles are featured, including 'The Fairy Minister', 'Britannia', 'Ode to Golf', and 'Death to June'. Here's an excerpt from 'The Fairy Minister': "People of Peace! a peaceful man / Well worthy of your love was he / Who, while the roaring Garry ran / Red with the life-blood of Dundee."
Author: Andrew Lang Publisher: Good Press ISBN: Category : Poetry Languages : en Pages : 63
Book Description
'Ban and Arriere Ban: A Rally of Fugitive Rhymes' is a collection of poems by Andrew Lang. More than two dozen titles are featured, including 'The Fairy Minister', 'Britannia', 'Ode to Golf', and 'Death to June'. Here's an excerpt from 'The Fairy Minister': "People of Peace! a peaceful man / Well worthy of your love was he / Who, while the roaring Garry ran / Red with the life-blood of Dundee."
Author: Andrew Lang Publisher: Forgotten Books ISBN: 9781330055175 Category : Poetry Languages : en Pages : 140
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Excerpt from Ban and Arrière Ban: A Rally of Fugitive Rhymes To Eleanor Charlotte Sellar 'Ban and Arrière ban!' a host Broken, beaten, all unled, They return as doth a ghost From the dead. Sad or glad my rallied rhymes, Sought our dusty papers through, For the sake of other times Come to you. Times and places new we know, Faces fresh and seasons strange But the friends of long ago Do not change. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Author: Andrew Lang Publisher: ISBN: Category : Languages : en Pages : 78
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There's but ae pass gangs up the Bass, it's guarded wi' strong gates four, And still as the soldiers went to the sea, they steikit them, door by door, And this did they do when they helped a crew that brought their coals on shore. Thither all had gone, save three men alone: then Middleton gripped his man, Halyburton felled the sergeant lad, Dunbar seized the gunner, Swan; Roy bound their hands, in hempen bands, and the Cavaliers were free. And they trained the guns on the soldier loons that were down wi' the boat by the sea! Then Middleton cried frae the high cliff-side, and his voice garr'd the auld rocks ring, 'Will ye stand or flee by the land or sea, for I hold the Bass for the King?
Author: Andrew Lang Publisher: ISBN: Category : Languages : en Pages : 78
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DARK Lily without blame, Not upon us the shame, Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true, They, by the Maiden's side, Victorious fought and died, One stood by thee that fiery torment through, Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed, And thou wert with thine own St. Catherine at the last. Once only didst thou see In artist's imagery, Thine own face painted, and that precious thing Was in an Archer's hand From the leal Northern land. Alas, what price would not thy people bring To win that portrait of the ruinous Gulf of devouring years that hide the Maid from us! Born of a lowly line, Noteless as once was thine, One of that name I would were kin to me, Who, in the Scottish Guard Won this for his reward, To fight for France, and memory of thee: Not upon us, dark Lily without blame, Not on the North may fall the shadow of that shame. On France and England both The shame of broken troth, Of coward hate and treason black must be; If England slew thee, France Sent not one word, one lance, One coin to rescue or to ransom thee. And still thy Church unto the Maid denies The halo and the palms, the Beatific prize.
Author: Andrew Lang
Author: Andrew Lang
Author: Andrew Lang
Author: Andrew Lang
Author: Andrew Lang
Author: Andrew Lang
Author: Andrew Lang
Author: Andrew Lang
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