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Updated: June 25, 2025


Punin was silent for a while. 'One of the old poets? The real ones? he asked at last. 'No; a new one. 'A new one? Punin repeated mistrustfully. 'Pushkin, I answered. I suddenly thought of the Gypsies which Tarhov had mentioned not long before. There, by the way, is the ballad about the old husband.

It was paralyzing! He could go no further upon his journey, but lingered in Baltimore, wandering the streets like one bereft. And again, the words of his "Bridal Ballad" more prophetic still: "Would to God I could awaken! For I dream I know not how; And my soul is sorely shaken Lest an evil step be taken, Lest the dead who is forsaken May not be happy now."

He could hear the soft stealthy plunge and following rush of the sea up the white shelving beach. Could hear also less soothing sound through the open windows of the drawing-room of the Pavilion, just across the garden, Marshall Wace singing, with all the impassioned fervour of his rich and well-trained baritone, a ballad, then much in vogue, entitled "The Lost Chord."

They waited; and it was so quiet around them that they could almost hear one another breathe; and in the distance the bells of the flocks tinkled. Finally, she lifted her head. "After all, I remember something, and it is in the Slovak language. Once I learned this song about the sea, and when I sang it, thousands of people wept. It is a ballad about a shipwrecked vessel.

If I thought you had never seen it, I would transcribe for you a stanza of an old Scottish ballad, called "The Life and Age of Man;" beginning thus: 'Twas in the sixteenth hundred year Of God and fifty-three Frae Christ was born, that bought us dear, As writings testifie.

"Hearken till this than," said Donal. He took his book from the grass, and read, in a chant, or rather in a lilt, the Danish ballad of Chyld Dyring, as translated by Sir Walter Scott.

She played a few selections from Beethoven's "Songs Without Words," sang a ballad or two, and was just upon the point of getting up to look for a book of Sabbath hymns, when a step behind her caused her to turn to ascertain who was intruding upon her solitude. She saw standing in the doorway leading from the hall, a tall form clad in a long overcoat and holding his hat in his hand.

Another ballad relates the prowess of William of Cloudslee, who scorned to shoot at an ordinary target, and cutting a hazel rod from a tree, he shot at it from twenty score paces, cleaving the rod in two. Like William Tell of great renown, our English archer could split an apple placed on his son's head at the distance of six score paces.

Light steps approached the door. The two women leaned one against the other; for they both were near falling. Someone tapped gently. The queen asked who was there, and Little Douglas's voice answered in the two first lines of an old ballad "Douglas, Douglas, Tender and true." Mary opened, directly: it was the watchword agreed upon with George Douglas. The child was without a light.

There was no attempt at execution, and the poor child was too frightened to succeed in imparting much expression to the simple ballad which she warbled; but there was an inherent richness in the tones of her voice that entranced the ear, and dwelt for weeks and months afterwards on the memory of those who heard it that night.

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