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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... thou here , king Arthur ; 25 Have thou heere of mee : Give itt to thy comely queene Shapen as itt is alreadye . Itt shall never become that wiffe , That hath once done amisse . Then every knight in the kings court · Began to care for ...
... thou here , king Arthur ; 25 Have thou heere of mee : Give itt to thy comely queene Shapen as itt is alreadye . Itt shall never become that wiffe , That hath once done amisse . Then every knight in the kings court · Began to care for ...
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... thou be not true . Shee threw downe the mantle , That bright was of blee ; 50 Fast with a rudd redd , To her chamber can shee flee . She curst the weaver , and the walker , That clothe that had wrought ; And bade a vengeance on his ...
... thou be not true . Shee threw downe the mantle , That bright was of blee ; 50 Fast with a rudd redd , To her chamber can shee flee . She curst the weaver , and the walker , That clothe that had wrought ; And bade a vengeance on his ...
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... thou never did amisse Since thou wast mine . Forth came Craddockes ladye Shortlye and anon ; But boldlye to the mantle Then is shee gone . When she had tane the mantle , And cast it her about , 105 110 Upp Upp att her great toe It began ...
... thou never did amisse Since thou wast mine . Forth came Craddockes ladye Shortlye and anon ; But boldlye to the mantle Then is shee gone . When she had tane the mantle , And cast it her about , 105 110 Upp Upp att her great toe It began ...
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... Thou art a cuckold . The litle boy stoode Looking out a dore ; And there as he was lookinge ' He was ware of a wyld bore . " 150 He was ware of a wyld bore , Wold have werryed a man : He pulld forth a wood kniffe , 155 Fast thither that ...
... Thou art a cuckold . The litle boy stoode Looking out a dore ; And there as he was lookinge ' He was ware of a wyld bore . " 150 He was ware of a wyld bore , Wold have werryed a man : He pulld forth a wood kniffe , 155 Fast thither that ...
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... thou proude bardne , Or yielde thyself my thralle . " On magicke grounde that castle stoode , And fenc'd with many a spelle : Noe valiant knighte could tread thereon , But straite his courage felle . 55 1 Forth Forth then rush'd that ...
... thou proude bardne , Or yielde thyself my thralle . " On magicke grounde that castle stoode , And fenc'd with many a spelle : Noe valiant knighte could tread thereon , But straite his courage felle . 55 1 Forth Forth then rush'd that ...
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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...