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. kötetJ. Nichols, 1794 |
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cii. oldal
... kyng " That made both fee and fonde . " & c . And in the old Song or Gefte of Guy and Colbronde ( No. 4 . vol . iii . p . xxxiv . ) the Minstrel thus fpeaks of himself in the first perfon . " When meate and drinke is great plentye ...
... kyng " That made both fee and fonde . " & c . And in the old Song or Gefte of Guy and Colbronde ( No. 4 . vol . iii . p . xxxiv . ) the Minstrel thus fpeaks of himself in the first perfon . " When meate and drinke is great plentye ...
8. oldal
... kyng Herry the fourth for fham . V. 81. fayd the the . PC . V. 88. on . i . e . one . This is probably corrupted in the MS . for Rog . Widdrington , whe was at the head of the family in the reign of K. Edw . III . There were feveral ...
... kyng Herry the fourth for fham . V. 81. fayd the the . PC . V. 88. on . i . e . one . This is probably corrupted in the MS . for Rog . Widdrington , whe was at the head of the family in the reign of K. Edw . III . There were feveral ...
15. oldal
... kyng , 139 140 V. 132. gay . PC . V. 136. mon PC . V 138. non . PC . For the Names in this and the foregoing page , fee the Remarks at the end of the next Ballad . A common pleonafm , fee the next poem , Fit . 2d . V. 155. fo Harding in ...
... kyng , 139 140 V. 132. gay . PC . V. 136. mon PC . V 138. non . PC . For the Names in this and the foregoing page , fee the Remarks at the end of the next Ballad . A common pleonafm , fee the next poem , Fit . 2d . V. 155. fo Harding in ...
16. oldal
... kyng , That lord Perfè , leyff - tennante of the Merchis , He lay flayne Chyviat within . God have merci on his foll , fayd kyng Harry , Good lord , yf thy will it be ! 150 I have a hondrith captayns in Yynglonde , he fayd , As good as ...
... kyng , That lord Perfè , leyff - tennante of the Merchis , He lay flayne Chyviat within . God have merci on his foll , fayd kyng Harry , Good lord , yf thy will it be ! 150 I have a hondrith captayns in Yynglonde , he fayd , As good as ...
64. oldal
... kyng Eftineres halle : When will ye marry a wyfe , brother , A wyfe to glad us all ? Then befpake him kyng Eftmere , And answered him hastilee : I know not that ladye in any land That's able to marrye with mee . * See alfo the account ...
... kyng Eftineres halle : When will ye marry a wyfe , brother , A wyfe to glad us all ? Then befpake him kyng Eftmere , And answered him hastilee : I know not that ladye in any land That's able to marrye with mee . * See alfo the account ...
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309. 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.
236. oldal - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
8. oldal - Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne, sayd the lord Perse. Who-soever ther-to says nay. Be my troth, doughte Doglas, he says, Thow shalt never se that day; Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France, Nor for no man of a woman born, But and fortune be my chance, I dar met him on man for on.
54. oldal - Two goggling eyen like fire farden, A mouthe from eare to eare. Before him came a dwarffe full lowe, That waited on his knee, And at his backe five heads he bare, All wan and pale of blee. Sir...
234. oldal - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
251. oldal - That said, the duty of a child Was all that love affords: But doubting to repair to her, Whom he had...
7. oldal - Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me ? The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, Yt was the good Lord Perse : We wyll not tell the what men we ar...
69. oldal - Tydings, tydings, kyng Estmere! What tydinges nowe, my boye? O tydinges I can tell to you, That will you sore annoye. You had not ridden scant a mile, A mile out of the towne, But in did come the kyng of Spayne With kempes many a one: But in did come the kyng of Spayne With manye a bold barone, Tone daye to marrye king Adlands daughter, Tother daye to carry her home.
259. oldal - Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar! I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see." " And how should I know your true love, From many another one...
273. oldal - And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance, For there was never champion yet In Scotland nor in France, 'That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.' Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold. 'Show me...