Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, EtcF. Warne and Company, 1887 - 438 էջ |
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... gone to her own chaumbère , Her maydens following bright : Syr Cauline lope from care - bed soone , And to the Eldridge hills is gone , For to wake there all night . Unto midnight , that the moone did rise , He walked up and downe ...
... gone to her own chaumbère , Her maydens following bright : Syr Cauline lope from care - bed soone , And to the Eldridge hills is gone , For to wake there all night . Unto midnight , that the moone did rise , He walked up and downe ...
Էջ 54
... gone . Then he tooke up the bloudy hand , That was so large of bone , And on it he founde five ringes of gold Of knightes that had be slone . Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde , As hard as any flint : And he tooke off those ringès ...
... gone . Then he tooke up the bloudy hand , That was so large of bone , And on it he founde five ringes of gold Of knightes that had be slone . Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde , As hard as any flint : And he tooke off those ringès ...
Էջ 55
... gone , Ne comforte she colde finde , The kynge proclaimed a tourneament , To cheere his daughters mind : And there came lords , and there came knights , Fro manye a farre countryè , To break a spere for theyr ladyes love Before that ...
... gone , Ne comforte she colde finde , The kynge proclaimed a tourneament , To cheere his daughters mind : And there came lords , and there came knights , Fro manye a farre countryè , To break a spere for theyr ladyes love Before that ...
Էջ 57
... gone , She layde her pale cold cheeke to his , And thus she made her moane : O staye , my deare and onlye lord , For mee thy faithfulle feere ; ' Tis meet that I shold followe thee , Who hast bought my love soe deare . Then fayntinge in ...
... gone , She layde her pale cold cheeke to his , And thus she made her moane : O staye , my deare and onlye lord , For mee thy faithfulle feere ; ' Tis meet that I shold followe thee , Who hast bought my love soe deare . Then fayntinge in ...
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... gone from the king . Stay thy harpe , thou proud harper , For Gods love I pray thee , For and thou playes as thou beginns , Thou'lt till * my bryde from mee . He stroake upon his harpe againe , And playd a pretty thinge ; The ladye ...
... gone from the king . Stay thy harpe , thou proud harper , For Gods love I pray thee , For and thou playes as thou beginns , Thou'lt till * my bryde from mee . He stroake upon his harpe againe , And playd a pretty thinge ; The ladye ...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, Etc Thomas Percy Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1880 |
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, Etc Thomas Percy Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1887 |
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, Etc Thomas Percy Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1887 |
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Adam Bell ancient awaye ballad bonny brave bride Busk called castle Childe Waters copy court daughter daye dear death doth Earl Earl of Murray Editor's folio Edward England English Erle faire fast father fayre fight gallant Gawaine gold grace hand hart hath head heart heire of Linne Henry honour John King Arthur knight kyng lady ladye land little Musgrave lord maid Mary Ambree Minstrels never noble Northumberland Percy play poem poet praye pretty Bessee prince printed queene quoth reign Robin romances ryde sayd sayes Scotland shee shold Sing sir Aldingar slaine slayne song sonne sore sorrow stanzas sweet sword teares tell thee ther thou art thou shalt true unto weep wife willow wold word wyfe wyll Wyth youth zour
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Էջ 135 - 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.
Էջ 119 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Էջ 39 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style...
Էջ 125 - 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!
Էջ 135 - 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.
Էջ 119 - And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields ; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's Spring, but sorrow's Fall.
Էջ 119 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Էջ 353 - 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.
Էջ 125 - 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.
Էջ 119 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.