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 3

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Сторінка viii - So, on the contrary, an ordinary Song or Ballad that is the Delight of the common People, cannot fail to please all such Readers as are not unqualified for the Entertainment by their Affectation or Ignorance; and the Reason is plain, because the same Paintings of Nature which recommend it to the most ordinary Reader, will appear Beautiful to the most refined.
Сторінка 240 - Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him...
Сторінка 144 - I kame my hair ? For my true Love has me forsook, And says he'll never loe me mair. Now...
Сторінка 300 - Which made him bolder and bolder. He had long claws, and in his jaws Four and forty teeth of iron ; With a hide as tough, as any buff, Which did him round environ.
Сторінка 131 - He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Сторінка 204 - Thro' bogs, thro' brakes ; Or else, imseene, with them I go, All in the nicke To play some tricke And frolicke it, with ho ! ho ! ho ! Sometimes I meete them like a man; Sometimes, an ox ; sometimes, a hound ! And to a horse I turn me can, To trip and trot about them round. But if, to ride, My backe they stride, More swift than wind away I go, O'er hedge and lands, Thro...
Сторінка 144 - Love wont to gae ! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa...
Сторінка 187 - Richard rode foremost of all, Who set up, for good hap, a cocks feather in his cap, And so they jetted downe to the kings hall ; The merry old miller with hands on his side; His wife like maid Marian did mince at that tide. The king and his nobles, that heard of their coming, Meeting this gallant knight with his brave traine,
Сторінка 124 - Fair Margaret dyed to-day, to-day, Sweet William dyed the morrow : Fair Margaret dyed for pure true love, Sweet William dyed for sorrow. Margaret was buryed in the lower chancel, And William in the higher : Out of her brest there sprang a rose. And out of his a briar. They grew till they grew unto the church top, And then they could grow no higher ; And there they tyed in a true lovers knot, Which made all the people admire.
Сторінка 246 - And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare ; And by this ye may ken right weil They were twa luvers deare.

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