Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of Later Date. Volume the First. [-third.].J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1765 |
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... live by rapine and wronge . But now the fpelle is broken throughe , And wronge is turnde to righte ; Henceforth I fhall bee a faire ladyè , And hee be a gentle knighte . * . * 160 III . KING RYENCE'S CHALLENGE . This fong is more III ...
... live by rapine and wronge . But now the fpelle is broken throughe , And wronge is turnde to righte ; Henceforth I fhall bee a faire ladyè , And hee be a gentle knighte . * . * 160 III . KING RYENCE'S CHALLENGE . This fong is more III ...
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... to his knee . Alas ! then fayd the noble king , That I fhould live this fight to see ! To fee this good knight here be flaine , All for his love in helping mee ! 95 100 He He put his fpeare into his reste ; And to 32 ANCIENT SONGS.
... to his knee . Alas ! then fayd the noble king , That I fhould live this fight to see ! To fee this good knight here be flaine , All for his love in helping mee ! 95 100 He He put his fpeare into his reste ; And to 32 ANCIENT SONGS.
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... live . There all the noble chivalrye Of Brittaine tooke their end . O fee how fickle is their state That doe on fates depend ! 90 There all the traiterous men were flaine Not one escapte away ; And there dyed all my vallyant knightes ...
... live . There all the noble chivalrye Of Brittaine tooke their end . O fee how fickle is their state That doe on fates depend ! 90 There all the traiterous men were flaine Not one escapte away ; And there dyed all my vallyant knightes ...
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... fhall dye to morrowe . 35 45 50 Hard harted creature him to flight , Who loved me so dearlye : O that I had beene more kind to him , 55 When he was live and neare me ! ! . She She , on her death - bed as she laye AND BALLADS . 127.
... fhall dye to morrowe . 35 45 50 Hard harted creature him to flight , Who loved me so dearlye : O that I had beene more kind to him , 55 When he was live and neare me ! ! . She She , on her death - bed as she laye AND BALLADS . 127.
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... live - lang winter night The dead corps followed fhee . Is there any room at your head , Willie ? 45 Or any room at your feet ? Or any room at your fide , Willie , Wherein that I may creep ? There's nae room at my head , Margret ...
... live - lang winter night The dead corps followed fhee . Is there any room at your head , Willie ? 45 Or any room at your feet ? Or any room at your fide , Willie , Wherein that I may creep ? There's nae room at my head , Margret ...
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