Robin Hood: A Collection of All the Ancient Poems, Songs, and Ballads, Now Extant Relative to that Celebrated English Outlaw ; to which are Prefixed Historical Anecdotes of His Life, 1. kötetWilliam Pickering, 1832 - 261 oldal |
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Robin Hood: A Collection of the Popular Poems, Songs and Ballads Relative to ... Geoffrey Chaucer,Joseph Ritson,Thomas Wright Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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x. oldal - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
xi. oldal - His fellow's winded horn not one of them but knew. When setting to their lips their bugles shrill, The warbling echoes waked from every dale and hill ; Their bauldrics set with studs athwart their shoulders cast, To which under their arms their sheafs were buckled fast. A short sword at their belt, a buckler scarce a span, Who struck below the knee not counted then a man. AH made of Spanish yew, their bows were wondrous strong. They not an arrow drew but was a clothyard long ; Of archery they had...
121. oldal - Robin was reachles on a roote, And stumbled at that tyde; And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all, And hitt him ore the left side. "Ah, deere Lady," sayd Robin Hood tho, "Thou art but mother and may'; I think it was never mans destinye To dye before his day.
68. oldal - Than bespake our cumly kynge, Anone than sayd he, " I brought no more to grene wode, But forty pounde with me. " I have layne at Notyngham, This fourtynyght with our kynge, And spent I have full moche good, On many a grete lordynge. " And I have but forty pounde, No more than have I me; But yf I had an hondred pounde, I would geve it to the.
116. oldal - There were the ware of a wight yeoman, His body leaned to a tree. A sword and a dagger he wore by his side, Of manye a man the bane ; And he was clad in his capull hyde Topp and tayll and mayne. Stand you still, master...
63. oldal - Leve thy hors the behynde, And lerne for to renne ; Thou shalt with me to grene wode, Through myre, mosse, and fenne. " Thou shalt with me to grene wode, iu Without ony leasynge, Tyll that I have gete us grace Of Edwarde, our comly kynge.
24. oldal - Now shall I have my londe agayne, For ought that you can saye." The knyght stert out of the dore, Awaye was all his care, And on he put his good clothynge, The other he lefte there.
34. oldal - I have be in this forest, A fayre syght can I se, It was one of the fayrest syghtes That ever yet sawe I me; Yonder I se a ryght fayre hart...
40. oldal - Who is your mayster ? sayd the monke. Lytell Johan sayd, Robyn Hode. He is a stronge thefe, sayd the monke, Of hym herd I never good.
117. oldal - Ah! John, by me thou settest noe store, And that I farley finde: How offt send I my men beffore, And tarry my selfe behinde? It is no cunning a knave to ken, And a man but heare him speake; And itt were not for bursting of my bowe, John, I thy head wold breake.