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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... tell to me 108 7 Take thy old Cloak about thee 51 8 Willow , Willow , Willow 52 15 King Edward IV . and the Tanner of Tam- worth ....... 110 ..... 9 Sir Lancelot du Lake 53 16 As ye came from the Holy Land 112 10 Corydon's Farewell to ...
... tell to me 108 7 Take thy old Cloak about thee 51 8 Willow , Willow , Willow 52 15 King Edward IV . and the Tanner of Tam- worth ....... 110 ..... 9 Sir Lancelot du Lake 53 16 As ye came from the Holy Land 112 10 Corydon's Farewell to ...
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... tell in what countrey he arrived . Whereupon this Blondel , resolving to make search for him in many countries , but he would heare some newes of him ; after expence of divers dayes in travaile , he came to a towne ‡ ( by good hap ) ...
... tell in what countrey he arrived . Whereupon this Blondel , resolving to make search for him in many countries , but he would heare some newes of him ; after expence of divers dayes in travaile , he came to a towne ‡ ( by good hap ) ...
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... Tell me what ' men ye ar , he says , Or whos men that ye be : Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me ? 60 V. 19 , throrowe , P.C V. 31 , blwe a mot , PC . V. 42 , myghtte , PC . passim . V. 43 , brylly , PC ...
... Tell me what ' men ye ar , he says , Or whos men that ye be : Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me ? 60 V. 19 , throrowe , P.C V. 31 , blwe a mot , PC . V. 42 , myghtte , PC . passim . V. 43 , brylly , PC ...
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... tell yow in thys stounde , He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length , That he felle to the growynde . The sworde was scharpe and sore can byte , I tell yow in sertayne ; To the harte , he cowde hym smyte , Thus was the Dowglas slayne ...
... tell yow in thys stounde , He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length , That he felle to the growynde . The sworde was scharpe and sore can byte , I tell yow in sertayne ; To the harte , he cowde hym smyte , Thus was the Dowglas slayne ...
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... tell thee , O. O , I hae killed my reid - roan steid , Sum other dule ze drie , O. Mither , mither : O , I hae killed my reid - roan steid , That erst was sae fair and free , O. Zour steid was auld , and ze hae gat mair , Edward ...
... tell thee , O. O , I hae killed my reid - roan steid , Sum other dule ze drie , O. Mither , mither : O , I hae killed my reid - roan steid , That erst was sae fair and free , O. Zour steid was auld , and ze hae gat mair , Edward ...
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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...