Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads, songs, and other pieces [ed. by T. Percy]. [4 other copies with cancel leaves in vol. 1].1839 |
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... French of M. Mallet . " London , printed for T. Carnan , 1770 , 2 vols . 8vo . polishers of language . " The origin of their art was attributed to Odin or Woden , the father of their gods ; and the professors of it were held in the ...
... French of M. Mallet . " London , printed for T. Carnan , 1770 , 2 vols . 8vo . polishers of language . " The origin of their art was attributed to Odin or Woden , the father of their gods ; and the professors of it were held in the ...
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... French writer ( S ) makes no scruple to refer to them the origin of all modern poetry , and shows that they were celebrated for their songs near a century before the Troubadours of Provence , who are supposed to have led the way to the ...
... French writer ( S ) makes no scruple to refer to them the origin of all modern poetry , and shows that they were celebrated for their songs near a century before the Troubadours of Provence , who are supposed to have led the way to the ...
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... French Minstrels , by our princes and great barons , would naturally have been imitated by their English vassals and tenants , even if no favour or distinction had ever been shown here to the same order of men in the Anglo - Saxon and ...
... French Minstrels , by our princes and great barons , would naturally have been imitated by their English vassals and tenants , even if no favour or distinction had ever been shown here to the same order of men in the Anglo - Saxon and ...
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... French Chronicle ) being so long without the sight of his lord , his life seemed wearisome to him , and he became confounded with melancholly . Knowne it was , that he came backe from the Holy Land ; but none could tell in what countrey ...
... French Chronicle ) being so long without the sight of his lord , his life seemed wearisome to him , and he became confounded with melancholly . Knowne it was , that he came backe from the Holy Land ; but none could tell in what countrey ...
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... French language all these Arts were in- cluded. ( A ) The MINSTRELS , & c . The word Minstrel does not appear to have been in use here before the Norman Conquest ; whereas , it had long before that time been adopted in France ...
... French language all these Arts were in- cluded. ( A ) The MINSTRELS , & c . The word Minstrel does not appear to have been in use here before the Norman Conquest ; whereas , it had long before that time been adopted in France ...
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Сторінка 58 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Сторінка 82 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Сторінка 58 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Сторінка 264 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Сторінка 63 - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare; Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
Сторінка 155 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Сторінка 109 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. < And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Сторінка 52 - My mother had a maid call'd Barbara ; She was in love, and he she lov'd prov'd mad And did forsake her ; she had a song of ' willow ' ; An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it...
Сторінка 171 - 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 247 - Danced ful oft in many a grene mede. This was the old opinion as I rede; I speke of many hundred yeres ago; But now can no man see non elves mo...