Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, EtcF. Warne and Company, 1887 - 438 էջ |
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... wold kill , and carry them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . Then the Persè owt of Bamborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hundrith archares bold ; The wear ...
... wold kill , and carry them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . Then the Persè owt of Bamborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hundrith archares bold ; The wear ...
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... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , For a better man of hart , nare of hande , Was not in all the north countrè , Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon- byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , For a better man of hart , nare of hande , Was not in all the north countrè , Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon- byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
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... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , That dyed for yow and me , Wende to my lorde my Father agayne , And saye thow saw me not with yee : My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , It needes me not to layne , That ...
... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , That dyed for yow and me , Wende to my lorde my Father agayne , And saye thow saw me not with yee : My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , It needes me not to layne , That ...
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... wold flye ; Sir Hughe Maxwell , a lorde he was , With the Dowglas dyd he dye . Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde , For soth as I yow saye , Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon the ...
... wold flye ; Sir Hughe Maxwell , a lorde he was , With the Dowglas dyd he dye . Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde , For soth as I yow saye , Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon the ...
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... wold comfort me with a kisse , Then were I brought from bale to blisse , No lenger wold I lye . Sir knighte , my father is a kinge , I am his onlye heire ; Alas ! and well you knowe , syr knighte , I never can be youre fere . O ladye ...
... wold comfort me with a kisse , Then were I brought from bale to blisse , No lenger wold I lye . Sir knighte , my father is a kinge , I am his onlye heire ; Alas ! and well you knowe , syr knighte , I never can be youre fere . O 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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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.