Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy1880 |
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... gold Of knightes that had be slone . Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde , As hard as any flint : And he tooke off those ringès five , As bright as fyre and brent . Till he his ladye see . Then downe he knelt upon his knee Before that ...
... gold Of knightes that had be slone . Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde , As hard as any flint : And he tooke off those ringès five , As bright as fyre and brent . Till he his ladye see . Then downe he knelt upon his knee Before that ...
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... gold shone their weeds . And when the came to kyng Adlands hall Before the goodlye gate , There they found good kyng Adlànd Rearing himselfe theratt . Now Christ thee save , good kyng Adland ; Now Christ you save and see . Sayd , You be ...
... gold shone their weeds . And when the came to kyng Adlands hall Before the goodlye gate , There they found good kyng Adlànd Rearing himselfe theratt . Now Christ thee save , good kyng Adland ; Now Christ you save and see . Sayd , You be ...
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... gold shone their weedes . And whan the came to kyng Adlands hall , Untill the fayre hall yate , There they found a proud portèr Rearing himselfe thereatt . Sayes , Christ thee save , thou proud portèr ; Sayes , Christ thee save and see ...
... gold shone their weedes . And whan the came to kyng Adlands hall , Untill the fayre hall yate , There they found a proud portèr Rearing himselfe thereatt . Sayes , Christ thee save , thou proud portèr ; Sayes , Christ thee save and see ...
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... gold that is under heaven I dare not neigh him nye . Then kyng Estmere pulld forth his harpe , And plaid a pretty thinge : The ladye upstart from the borde , And wold have gone from the king . Stay thy harpe , thou proud harper , For ...
... gold that is under heaven I dare not neigh him nye . Then kyng Estmere pulld forth his harpe , And plaid a pretty thinge : The ladye upstart from the borde , And wold have gone from the king . Stay thy harpe , thou proud harper , For ...
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... gold kems in their hair , Waiting for thair ain deir lords , For they'll se thame na mair . Have owre , have owre to Aberdour , * It's fiftie fadom deip : And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence , Wi ' the Scots lords at his feit . * A ...
... gold kems in their hair , Waiting for thair ain deir lords , For they'll se thame na mair . Have owre , have owre to Aberdour , * It's fiftie fadom deip : And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence , Wi ' the Scots lords at his feit . * A ...
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Сторінка 115 - 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 343 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Сторінка 118 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never. " Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found, Since summer trees were leafy.
Сторінка 115 - 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.
Сторінка 109 - 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 346 - You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite.
Сторінка 365 - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge dares not venture Lest herself fast she lay ; If love come, he will enter And soon find out his way.
Сторінка 259 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Сторінка 140 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself...
Сторінка 125 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.