Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date, Том 2John Nichols, 1794 |
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... wyll for to fulfyll In this wyll nat refuse ; Truftying to fhewe , in wordès fewe , That men have an yll use 40 ( To theyr own fhame ) women to blame , And caufeleffe them accufe : Therfore to you I answere nowe , All women to excufe ...
... wyll for to fulfyll In this wyll nat refuse ; Truftying to fhewe , in wordès fewe , That men have an yll use 40 ( To theyr own fhame ) women to blame , And caufeleffe them accufe : Therfore to you I answere nowe , All women to excufe ...
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... wyll ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to forrowe and care 50 55 60 65 Sholde chaunge , yf ye were gone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde 70 I love but you alone . Ver . 63. The fomers . Prol . HE . HE . I can beleve ...
... wyll ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to forrowe and care 50 55 60 65 Sholde chaunge , yf ye were gone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde 70 I love but you alone . Ver . 63. The fomers . Prol . HE . HE . I can beleve ...
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... wyll go , I wolle not leve behynde ; Shall never be fayd , the Not - browne Mayd Was to her love unkynde : Make you redy , for so am I , Allthough it were anone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . 90 95 Ver . 91 ...
... wyll go , I wolle not leve behynde ; Shall never be fayd , the Not - browne Mayd Was to her love unkynde : Make you redy , for so am I , Allthough it were anone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . 90 95 Ver . 91 ...
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... wyll thynke , and say : Of yonge , and olde it fhall be tolde , That ye be gone away , Your wanton wyll for to fulfill , In grene wode you to play ; And that ye myght from your delyght No lenger make delay . Rather than ye fholde thus ...
... wyll thynke , and say : Of yonge , and olde it fhall be tolde , That ye be gone away , Your wanton wyll for to fulfill , In grene wode you to play ; And that ye myght from your delyght No lenger make delay . Rather than ye fholde thus ...
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... wyll to the grene wode go , 155 Alone , a banyfhed man . SHE . Ryght wele knowe ye , that women be But feble for to fyght ; No womanhede it is indede To be bolde as a knyght : Yet , in fuch fere yf that ye were With enemyes day or nyght ...
... wyll to the grene wode go , 155 Alone , a banyfhed man . SHE . Ryght wele knowe ye , that women be But feble for to fyght ; No womanhede it is indede To be bolde as a knyght : Yet , in fuch fere yf that ye were With enemyes day or nyght ...
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Сторінка 322 - 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 330 - 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 322 - 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.
Сторінка 225 - They fought with forty thousand then Upon the bloody shore. ' Stand to it, noble pikemen, And look you round about : And shoot you right, you bow-men, And we will keep them out : You musquet and cailiver men, Do you prove true to me, I'll be the bravest man in fight,
Сторінка 319 - 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 379 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing; Ah!
Сторінка 309 - 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 148 - The like was never scene. Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundered and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunninglye contriv'd With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread, Could enter in or out.
Сторінка 85 - With horne, and eke with bowe ; To Drayton Basset he tooke his waye, With all his lordes a rowe. And he had ridden ore dale and downe By eight of clocke in the day, When he was ware of a bold tanner, Come ryding along the waye.
Сторінка 321 - 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...