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, Հատոր 3F.C. and J. Rivington, 1812 |
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... Sweet William 165 5. Barbara Allen's Cruelty 170 ... 6. Sweet William's Ghost . A Scottish Ballad .... 173 7. Sir John Grehme and Barbara Allan . Ditto .. 176 8. The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington .. 9. The Willow Tree . A Pastoral ...
... Sweet William 165 5. Barbara Allen's Cruelty 170 ... 6. Sweet William's Ghost . A Scottish Ballad .... 173 7. Sir John Grehme and Barbara Allan . Ditto .. 176 8. The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington .. 9. The Willow Tree . A Pastoral ...
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... Sweet blushes stayn'd her rud - red cheeke , Her eyen were blacke as sloe : The ripening cherrye swellde her lippe , And all her necke was snowe . Sir Gawaine kiss'd that lady faire , Lying upon the sheete : 105 And swore , as he was a ...
... Sweet blushes stayn'd her rud - red cheeke , Her eyen were blacke as sloe : The ripening cherrye swellde her lippe , And all her necke was snowe . Sir Gawaine kiss'd that lady faire , Lying upon the sheete : 105 And swore , as he was a ...
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... . ' Sith you have had your wille of mee , And put me to open shame , Now , if you are a courteous knighte , Tell me what is your name ? I 2 15 Some Some do call mee Jacke , sweet heart , And The Knight and Shepherd's Daughter.
... . ' Sith you have had your wille of mee , And put me to open shame , Now , if you are a courteous knighte , Tell me what is your name ? I 2 15 Some Some do call mee Jacke , sweet heart , And The Knight and Shepherd's Daughter.
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... sweet heart , And some do call mee Jille ; But when I come to the kings faire courte They call me Wilfulle Wille . He sett his foot into the stirrup , And awaye then he did ride ; She tuckt her girdle about her middle , And ranne close ...
... sweet heart , And some do call mee Jille ; But when I come to the kings faire courte They call me Wilfulle Wille . He sett his foot into the stirrup , And awaye then he did ride ; She tuckt her girdle about her middle , And ranne close ...
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... sweet heart ? Of purple or of pall ? Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring From off thy finger small ? He hath not robbed mee , my leige , Of purple nor of pall : But he hath gotten my maiden head , Which grieves mee worst of all . Now if ...
... sweet heart ? Of purple or of pall ? Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring From off thy finger small ? He hath not robbed mee , my leige , Of purple nor of pall : But he hath gotten my maiden head , Which grieves mee worst of all . Now if ...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Հատոր 3 Thomas Percy Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1839 |
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Հատոր 3 Thomas Percy Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1823 |
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Էջ 254 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Էջ 219 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th...
Էջ 126 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) ; With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Էջ 393 - So shall the fairest face appear When youth and years are flown; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death has reft their crown.
Էջ 302 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
Էջ 337 - 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.
Էջ 243 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Էջ 265 - Mary's days On many a grassy plain. But since of late Elizabeth, And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath, As when the time hath bin.
Էջ 126 - ... paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the...