My mother dear, if this be so,”
sounds like the kind of repetition a man would make on a guitar, or something like that.
“‘Play me no tricks,’ said Lord Ronald,
‘For I am yours in word and in deed.
Play me no tricks,’ said Lord Ronald,
‘Your riddle is hard to read.’”
It comes again and again. When you come to Lucy Gray, a poem which was very famous, and which is, perhaps, a little hard to get the real spirit of at first; did any one feel especially attracted by that? Miss Graves? What did you like about it?
Miss G.: It was entirely different from the others,—the way it turned out,—well, just the description in everything,—the snow,—then, it seemed to go easier than the others.
Teacher: We have rather taken it for granted all along that all these were very easy,—easy to sing.
Pupil: I don’t think the later ballads are nearly as easy to sing as others.