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, 1. kötetL.A. Lewis, 1839 |
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21. oldal
... SAYE , GOD THANKE But in fyghtynge one with another there is no playe , nor sparynge . " - Froissart's Cronycle , ( as transla- ted by Sir Johan Bourchier Lord Berners , ) cap . cxlij . YOU . The following ballad is ( in this present ...
... SAYE , GOD THANKE But in fyghtynge one with another there is no playe , nor sparynge . " - Froissart's Cronycle , ( as transla- ted by Sir Johan Bourchier Lord Berners , ) cap . cxlij . YOU . The following ballad is ( in this present ...
25. oldal
... saye : Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke , And all hys oste that daye .. The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne , For soth withowghten naye , He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedyns - day : And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn ...
... saye : Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke , And all hys oste that daye .. The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne , For soth withowghten naye , He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedyns - day : And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn ...
26. oldal
... saye : So was he ware on the noble Percy In the dawnynge of the daye . He prycked to his pavyleon dore , As faste as he myght ronne , Awaken , Dowglas , cryed the knyght , For hys love , that syttes yn trone . Awaken , Dowglas , cryed ...
... saye : So was he ware on the noble Percy In the dawnynge of the daye . He prycked to his pavyleon dore , As faste as he myght ronne , Awaken , Dowglas , cryed the knyght , For hys love , that syttes yn trone . Awaken , Dowglas , cryed ...
28. oldal
... saye : 5 10 [ He lyghted dowyn upon his fote , 15 And schoote his horsse clene away . Every man sawe that he dyd soo , That ryall was ever in rowght ; Every man schoote hys horsse him froo , And lyght hym rowynde abowght . Thus Syr Hary ...
... saye : 5 10 [ He lyghted dowyn upon his fote , 15 And schoote his horsse clene away . Every man sawe that he dyd soo , That ryall was ever in rowght ; Every man schoote hys horsse him froo , And lyght hym rowynde abowght . Thus Syr Hary ...
29. oldal
... saye thow saw me not with yee : 30 336 35 40 My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , 45 It nedes me not to layne , That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent , And I have hys trowth agayne : And if that I wende off thys grownde For ...
... saye thow saw me not with yee : 30 336 35 40 My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , 45 It nedes me not to layne , That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent , And I have hys trowth agayne : And if that I wende off thys grownde For ...
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334. 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.
255. 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.
308. oldal - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
284. oldal - 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.
254. 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!
285. oldal - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
266. oldal - For Witherington my heart is woe That ever he slain should be, For when his legs were hewn in two, He knelt and fought on his knee.
344. oldal - O Solitude, romantic maid. Whether by nodding towers you tread, Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb, Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide, Or starting from your half-year's sleep From Hecla view the thawing deep, Or at the purple dawn of day Tadmor's marble wastes survey, &c.
333. oldal - Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great...
230. oldal - SOME offered for his hundred crownes Five hundred for to pay ; And some a thousand, two or three, Yet still he did denay. And at the last ten thousand crownes They offered, him to save. Gernutus sayd, I will no gold : My forfeite I will have. A pound of fleshe is my demand, And that shall be my hire.