Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy, ed. by J. V. Prichard, Том 21876 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 14
Сторінка 13
... teares his face was besprent , His fleshe and his color consumed away , And his garments they were all mire , mucke , and clay . This made me muse and much ' to ' desire To know what kind of man hee shold bee ; I stept to him straight ...
... teares his face was besprent , His fleshe and his color consumed away , And his garments they were all mire , mucke , and clay . This made me muse and much ' to ' desire To know what kind of man hee shold bee ; I stept to him straight ...
Сторінка 126
... teares fast trickled downe his face ; That manlye face in fight so bolde . " Nowe reste yee all , brave knights , " he said , " Soe true and faithful to your trust : And must yee then , ye valiant hearts , 75 Be lefte to moulder into ...
... teares fast trickled downe his face ; That manlye face in fight so bolde . " Nowe reste yee all , brave knights , " he said , " Soe true and faithful to your trust : And must yee then , ye valiant hearts , 75 Be lefte to moulder into ...
Сторінка 138
... teares he for his master wept Were blent water and bloude . And that beheard his deare mastèr As he stood at his garden pale : Sayes , “ Ever alacke , my litle foot - page , What causes thee to wail ? 15 20 20 25 30 335 Ver . 19 ...
... teares he for his master wept Were blent water and bloude . And that beheard his deare mastèr As he stood at his garden pale : Sayes , “ Ever alacke , my litle foot - page , What causes thee to wail ? 15 20 20 25 30 335 Ver . 19 ...
Сторінка 163
... teares did flow . It chanc'd the king of that same place With all his lords a hunting was , And seeing me weepe , upon the same , Askt who I was and whence I came . 25 30 མ 25 40 Then to his Grace I did replye , " I am a poore and ...
... teares did flow . It chanc'd the king of that same place With all his lords a hunting was , And seeing me weepe , upon the same , Askt who I was and whence I came . 25 30 མ 25 40 Then to his Grace I did replye , " I am a poore and ...
Сторінка 165
... teares I shed , And found to his amazement there Sweet William was a ladye faire . 110 Then stepping in , " Faire ladye , rise And dry , " said he , " those lovelye eyes , For I have heard thy mournful tale , 115 The which shall turne ...
... teares I shed , And found to his amazement there Sweet William was a ladye faire . 110 Then stepping in , " Faire ladye , rise And dry , " said he , " those lovelye eyes , For I have heard thy mournful tale , 115 The which shall turne ...
Зміст
87 | |
95 | |
121 | |
124 | |
130 | |
133 | |
134 | |
137 | |
141 | |
147 | |
149 | |
153 | |
154 | |
157 | |
159 | |
161 | |
162 | |
166 | |
172 | |
173 | |
178 | |
184 | |
186 | |
189 | |
191 | |
193 | |
194 | |
196 | |
197 | |
230 | |
231 | |
239 | |
241 | |
245 | |
247 | |
251 | |
253 | |
258 | |
266 | |
274 | |
275 | |
279 | |
290 | |
292 | |
296 | |
297 | |
300 | |
301 | |
313 | |
320 | |
324 | |
337 | |
340 | |
342 | |
349 | |
353 | |
357 | |
381 | |
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
ancient awaye ballad Barbara Allen Bevis black-letter bride bright busk castle Childe Waters chivalry Christ Cotton library dailye daughter daye deare death distichs doth dragon Edition Editor's folio Ellen England English entitled eyes fair Annet father foot-page France French gentle George Gill Morice give Glasgerion grief grone Guenever gyant hand hast hath head heare heart History Honi soit King Arthur kiss knight lady ladye land Lilli little Musgrave Lord Barnard Lord Thomas maid mantle merry metre Mordred never noble Pepys Collection poem poets praye prince printed copy queene quoth hee romance sayd sayes shalt shee shold Sir Gawaine Sir Kay Sir Lybius slain song sore sorrow stanzas steed story sweet sword tale teares tell thee thou Translated unto verse vols volume weep wife wold wood word zour
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 34 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.
Сторінка 160 - ... paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the...
Сторінка 383 - Translated. In 2 vols. History of Christian Dogmas. Translated. In 2 vols. • Christian Life in the Early and Middle Ages, including his 'Light in Dark Places.
Сторінка 57 - 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Сторінка 35 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate...
Сторінка 318 - St. George he was for England ; St. Dennis was for France, Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense.