Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy1880 |
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... queene she was syr Caulines friend , And to the kinge sayd shee : I praye you save syr Caulines life , And let him banisht bee . Now , dame , that traitor shall be sent Across the salt sea fome : But here I will make thee a band , If ...
... queene she was syr Caulines friend , And to the kinge sayd shee : I praye you save syr Caulines life , And let him banisht bee . Now , dame , that traitor shall be sent Across the salt sea fome : But here I will make thee a band , If ...
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... queene . Saies , Reade me , reade me , deare brother , Throughout merry England , Where we might find a messenger Betwixt us towe to sende . Saies , You shal ryde yourselfe , brother , Ile beare you companye ; Many throughe fals ...
... queene . Saies , Reade me , reade me , deare brother , Throughout merry England , Where we might find a messenger Betwixt us towe to sende . Saies , You shal ryde yourselfe , brother , Ile beare you companye ; Many throughe fals ...
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... queene of your land . Then kyng Estmere he plight his troth By heaven and his righte hand , That he wolde marrye her to his wyfe , And make her queene of his land . And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre , To goe to his owne countree ...
... queene of your land . Then kyng Estmere he plight his troth By heaven and his righte hand , That he wolde marrye her to his wyfe , And make her queene of his land . And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre , To goe to his owne countree ...
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... queene ; With thee I meane to lead my life , As shortly shall be seene : Our wedding shall appointed be , And every thing in its degree : Come on , quoth he , and follow me , Thou shalt go shift thee cleane . What is thy name , faire ...
... queene ; With thee I meane to lead my life , As shortly shall be seene : Our wedding shall appointed be , And every thing in its degree : Come on , quoth he , and follow me , Thou shalt go shift thee cleane . What is thy name , faire ...
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... queene of Goths , her sons , and eke a moore , Which did such murders , like was nere before . The emperour did make this queene his wife , Which bred in Rome debate and deadlie strife ; speed , For to accuse them of that murderous deed ...
... queene of Goths , her sons , and eke a moore , Which did such murders , like was nere before . The emperour did make this queene his wife , Which bred in Rome debate and deadlie strife ; speed , For to accuse them of that murderous deed ...
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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.