Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and ScotlandRichard John King Pickering, 1842 - 291 стор. |
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... bring you worde agayn , How that we do fare . Thus be these yemen to London gone , As fast as they myght hye , Tyll they came to the kynges pallace , Where they woulde nedes be . And whan they came to the kynges courte , Unto the ...
... bring you worde agayn , How that we do fare . Thus be these yemen to London gone , As fast as they myght hye , Tyll they came to the kynges pallace , Where they woulde nedes be . And whan they came to the kynges courte , Unto the ...
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... riment should not have escaped . — Saxo Gramm . lib . x . Dun- ham , vol . i . p . 113. Saxo wrote a full century before the time of William Tell . 3 Faith . And Wyllyam , bring me your wife , said the AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY . 47.
... riment should not have escaped . — Saxo Gramm . lib . x . Dun- ham , vol . i . p . 113. Saxo wrote a full century before the time of William Tell . 3 Faith . And Wyllyam , bring me your wife , said the AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY . 47.
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Richard John King. And Wyllyam , bring me your wife , said the quene , Me longeth her sore to se : She shall be my chefe gentlewoman , To governe my nurserye . The yemen thanked them all curteously . To some byshop wyl we wend , Of all ...
Richard John King. And Wyllyam , bring me your wife , said the quene , Me longeth her sore to se : She shall be my chefe gentlewoman , To governe my nurserye . The yemen thanked them all curteously . To some byshop wyl we wend , Of all ...
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... bring her from bowre to hall ; And as many gentle squiers , To tend upon them all . sake The talents of golde were on her head sette , Hanged low downe to her knee ; And everye ring on her small fingèr Shone of the chrystall free ...
... bring her from bowre to hall ; And as many gentle squiers , To tend upon them all . sake The talents of golde were on her head sette , Hanged low downe to her knee ; And everye ring on her small fingèr Shone of the chrystall free ...
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... bring you a ready tokèn , Or Ile never more you see . The lady is gone to her own chaumbère , Her maydens following bright : Syr Cauline lope from care - bed soone , And to the Eldridge hills is gone , For to wake there all night . Unto ...
... bring you a ready tokèn , Or Ile never more you see . The lady is gone to her own chaumbère , Her maydens following bright : Syr Cauline lope from care - bed soone , And to the Eldridge hills is gone , For to wake there all night . Unto ...
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Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and Scotland, Том 1 Richard John King Повний перегляд - 1842 |
Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and Scotland Richard John King Повний перегляд - 1842 |
Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and Scotland Richard John King Повний перегляд - 1842 |
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Сторінка 273 - It fell about the Martinmas, When nights are lang and mirk, The carline wife's three sons came hame, And their hats were o' the birk. It neither grew in syke nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh ; But at the gates o' Paradise That birk grew fair eneugh. 'Blow up the fire, my maidens I Bring water from the well ! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Сторінка 279 - O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea ? " Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame." They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday.
Сторінка 172 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Сторінка 174 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Сторінка 281 - O, where will I get a gude sailor To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall top-mast To see if I can spy land ?" " O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till ye get up to the tall top-mast ; But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Сторінка 224 - I digg'da grave, and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul...
Сторінка 217 - He's lifted her on a milk-white steed, And himself on a dapple grey. With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And slowly they baith rade away. O they rade on, and on they rade, And a...
Сторінка 223 - There came a man, by middle day, He spied his sport, and went away; And brought the king that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear ; He slew my knight, and poin'd his gear : My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie.
Сторінка 4 - In this our spacious isle, I think there is not one, But he hath heard some talk of him and little John; And to the end of time, the tales shall ne'er be done, Of Scarlock, George-a-Green, and Much the miller's son, Of Tuck the merry friar, which many a sermon made, In praise of Robin Hood, his out-laws, and their trade.
Сторінка 192 - Light down, light down now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee; Abide ye there a little space, And I will show you ferlies three.