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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... sayd he wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . And to your bowys look ye tayk good heed ; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so ...
... sayd he wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . And to your bowys look ye tayk good heed ; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so ...
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... sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltless men , A - las ! it wear great pittè But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I ...
... sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltless men , A - las ! it wear great pittè But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I ...
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... sayd , Alas , and woe ys me ! Such another captayn Skotland within , He sayd , y - feth shud never be . 145 35 95 Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone Till the fourth Harry our kyng , That lord Persè , leyff - tennante of the Merchis , He ...
... sayd , Alas , and woe ys me ! Such another captayn Skotland within , He sayd , y - feth shud never be . 145 35 95 Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone Till the fourth Harry our kyng , That lord Persè , leyff - tennante of the Merchis , He ...
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... sayd , We have brent Northomberlond , We have all welth in holde . Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre , All the welth in the worlde have wee ; I rede we ryde to Newe Castell , So styll and stalwurthlye . Uppon the morowe , when it ...
... sayd , We have brent Northomberlond , We have all welth in holde . Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre , All the welth in the worlde have wee ; I rede we ryde to Newe Castell , So styll and stalwurthlye . Uppon the morowe , when it ...
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... Sayd Syr Harry Percye . 60 Ther schall I byde the , sayd the Dowglas , By the fayth of my bodye . Thether schall I com , sayd Syr Harry Percy ; My trowth I plyght to the . A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles , 65 For soth , as I ...
... Sayd Syr Harry Percye . 60 Ther schall I byde the , sayd the Dowglas , By the fayth of my bodye . Thether schall I com , sayd Syr Harry Percy ; My trowth I plyght to the . A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles , 65 For soth , as I ...
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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...