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 1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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... saye , God thanke you . But in fyghtynge one with another there is no playe , nor sparynge . " Froissart's Cronycle ( as translated by Sir Johan Bourchier , Lord Berners ) , Cap . cxlij . The following Ballad is ( in this present ...
... saye , God thanke you . But in fyghtynge one with another there is no playe , nor sparynge . " Froissart's Cronycle ( as translated by Sir Johan Bourchier , Lord Berners ) , Cap . cxlij . The following Ballad is ( in this present ...
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... saye : Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke , And all hys oste that daye . The Dowglas turnyd him homewarde agayne , For soth withowghten naye , He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedyns - day : And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn ...
... saye : Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke , And all hys oste that daye . The Dowglas turnyd him homewarde agayne , For soth withowghten naye , He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedyns - day : And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn ...
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... saye : [ + He lyghted dowyn upon his fote , And schoote his horsse clene away . Every man sawe that he dyd soo , That ryall was ever in rowght ; Every man schoote hys horsse him froo , And lyght hym rowynde abowght . Thus Syr Hary ...
... saye : [ + He lyghted dowyn upon his fote , And schoote his horsse clene away . Every man sawe that he dyd soo , That ryall was ever in rowght ; Every man schoote hys horsse him froo , And lyght hym rowynde abowght . Thus Syr Hary ...
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... saye thow saw me not with yee : My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , It nedes me not to layne , That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent , And I have hys trowth agayne : And if that I wende off thys grownde For soth unfoaghten ...
... saye thow saw me not with yee : My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , It nedes me not to layne , That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent , And I have hys trowth agayne : And if that I wende off thys grownde For soth unfoaghten ...
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... saye , 135 Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde , For soth and sertenlye , A gentell knyght , Sir John Fitz - hughe , Yt was the more petye . Syr James Harebotell ther was ...
... saye , 135 Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde , For soth and sertenlye , A gentell knyght , Sir John Fitz - hughe , Yt was the more petye . Syr James Harebotell ther was ...
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