Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of a Later Date..Thomas Percy J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1767 - 400 стор. |
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... said him till , " O Robin rew on me " I haif thee luivt baith loud and ftill , 5 " Thir towmonds twa or thre : " My " My dule in dern but gif thou dill , 72 ANCIENT SONGS Robin and Makyne An ancient Scottish Paftoral.
... said him till , " O Robin rew on me " I haif thee luivt baith loud and ftill , 5 " Thir towmonds twa or thre : " My " My dule in dern but gif thou dill , 72 ANCIENT SONGS Robin and Makyne An ancient Scottish Paftoral.
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... said , Thefe gay gallants , that wil conftrue the gofpel , As Solomon the fage , with femblance full fad ; To difcuffe divinity they nought adread ; More meet it were for them to milk kye at a fleyke . Thou lyeft , quoth I , thou lofel ...
... said , Thefe gay gallants , that wil conftrue the gofpel , As Solomon the fage , with femblance full fad ; To difcuffe divinity they nought adread ; More meet it were for them to milk kye at a fleyke . Thou lyeft , quoth I , thou lofel ...
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... said , unhappie realme , My father and grandfather flaine : My mother banished , O extreame ! Unhappy fate , and bitter bayne ! And now like treafon wrought for me , What more unhappie realme can be ! Alas for woe , & c . The king did ...
... said , unhappie realme , My father and grandfather flaine : My mother banished , O extreame ! Unhappy fate , and bitter bayne ! And now like treafon wrought for me , What more unhappie realme can be ! Alas for woe , & c . The king did ...
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... Said by fome to have privately countenanced and abetted them , being ftimulated by jealoufy for fome indiscreet praises which his Queen had too lavishly bestowed on this unfortunate youth . See the preface to the next ballad . See also ...
... Said by fome to have privately countenanced and abetted them , being ftimulated by jealoufy for fome indiscreet praises which his Queen had too lavishly bestowed on this unfortunate youth . See the preface to the next ballad . See also ...
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... said , With their fair wanfcots , their presses and bedsteds , Their joint - ftools and tables a fire we made ; And when the town burned all in a flame , With tara , tantara , away we all came . 60 65 7༠ XXII . THE XXII . THE SPANISH ...
... said , With their fair wanfcots , their presses and bedsteds , Their joint - ftools and tables a fire we made ; And when the town burned all in a flame , With tara , tantara , away we all came . 60 65 7༠ XXII . THE XXII . THE SPANISH ...
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Сторінка 305 - The following is chiefly printed from an ancient black-letter copy to "the tune of Deny down." AN ancient story He tell you anon Of a notable prince, that was called King John ; And he ruled England with maine and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintein'd little right.
Сторінка 368 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan ; Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
Сторінка 311 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Сторінка 312 - With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks. With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks; Like an old courtier, &c.
Сторінка 320 - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 213 - Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town, In the wind bot and the weit ; Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town Wi
Сторінка 309 - And then your grace need not make any doubt, But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be...
Сторінка 319 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames — When thirsty grief in wine we steep...
Сторінка 299 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Сторінка 312 - That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.