Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads, songs, and other pieces [ed. by T. Percy]. [4 other copies with cancel leaves in vol. 1].1839 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 87 találatból.
2. oldal
... sayd he wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . And to your bowys look ye tayk good heed ; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so ...
... sayd he wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . And to your bowys look ye tayk good heed ; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so ...
3. oldal
... sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltless men , A - las ! it wear great pittè But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I ...
... sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltless men , A - las ! it wear great pittè But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I ...
4. oldal
... sayd , Alas , and woe ys me ! Such another captayn Skotland within , He sayd , y - feth shud never be . 145 35 95 Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone Till the fourth Harry our kyng , That lord Persè , leyff - tennante of the Merchis , He ...
... sayd , Alas , and woe ys me ! Such another captayn Skotland within , He sayd , y - feth shud never be . 145 35 95 Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone Till the fourth Harry our kyng , That lord Persè , leyff - tennante of the Merchis , He ...
6. oldal
... sayd , We have brent Northomberlond , We have all welth in holde . Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre , All the welth in the worlde have wee ; I rede we ryde to Newe Castell , So styll and stalwurthlye . Uppon the morowe , when it ...
... sayd , We have brent Northomberlond , We have all welth in holde . Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre , All the welth in the worlde have wee ; I rede we ryde to Newe Castell , So styll and stalwurthlye . Uppon the morowe , when it ...
7. oldal
... Sayd Syr Harry Percye . 60 Ther schall I byde the , sayd the Dowglas , By the fayth of my bodye . Thether schall I com , sayd Syr Harry Percy ; My trowth I plyght to the . A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles , 65 For soth , as I ...
... Sayd Syr Harry Percye . 60 Ther schall I byde the , sayd the Dowglas , By the fayth of my bodye . Thether schall I com , sayd Syr Harry Percy ; My trowth I plyght to the . A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles , 65 For soth , as I ...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ... English Poetry Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Adam Bell ancient appears awaye ballad Bards barons Bessee brave busk called castle Child Waters chivalry copy Cotton Library daughter daye deare death doth Du Cange Earl Earl of Surrey edition Editor Editor's folio England English Erle faire father fayre French gallant Gawaine gold hand harp hart hast hath heart heire of Linne Henry Hist honour intitled John King Arthur knight kyng lady ladye land live Lord Mary Ambree Minstrels never noble Northumberland Percy play poem poet poetry praye prince printed Queen quoth reader reign Richard Robin romance sayd sayes Scotland Scottish shee shew shold sing Sir Aldingar slaine slayne song sonne stanzas story sweet sword tell thee ther true unto verse willow wold word writer written wyll zour
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58. oldal - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
82. oldal - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
58. oldal - 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.
264. oldal - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
63. oldal - 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!
155. oldal - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
109. oldal - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. < And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
52. oldal - My mother had a maid call'd Barbara ; She was in love, and he she lov'd prov'd mad And did forsake her ; she had a song of ' willow ' ; An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it...
171. oldal - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
247. oldal - Danced ful oft in many a grene mede. This was the old opinion as I rede; I speke of many hundred yeres ago; But now can no man see non elves mo...