Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of a Later Date..Thomas Percy J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1767 - 400 Seiten |
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... poor Jolitary RONDEAU , Dan Geofrey Chau- er died Oct. 25. 1400 , aged 72 . 1 I. 1 . OURE two eyn will fle me fodenly , YOURE I the beaute of them not fuftene , may So wendeth it thorowout my herte kene . 2 . And but your words will ...
... poor Jolitary RONDEAU , Dan Geofrey Chau- er died Oct. 25. 1400 , aged 72 . 1 I. 1 . OURE two eyn will fle me fodenly , YOURE I the beaute of them not fuftene , may So wendeth it thorowout my herte kene . 2 . And but your words will ...
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... poor man ? The night was cauld , the carle was wat , And down azont the ingle he fat ; My dochters shoulders he gan to clap , And cadgily ranted and fang . O wow ! quo he , were I as free , As firft when I faw this countrie , How blyth ...
... poor man ? The night was cauld , the carle was wat , And down azont the ingle he fat ; My dochters shoulders he gan to clap , And cadgily ranted and fang . O wow ! quo he , were I as free , As firft when I faw this countrie , How blyth ...
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... poor man . She gaed to the bed , whair the beggar lay , The ftrae was cauld , he was away , She clapt her hands , cryd , dulefu ' day ! For fome of our geir will be gane . 30 35 Some ran to coffers , and fome to kifts , But nought was ...
... poor man . She gaed to the bed , whair the beggar lay , The ftrae was cauld , he was away , She clapt her hands , cryd , dulefu ' day ! For fome of our geir will be gane . 30 35 Some ran to coffers , and fome to kifts , But nought was ...
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... poor man sheld nevir trow , Aftir the gaberlunzie - mon . My dear , quo he , zee're zet owre zonge ; And hae na learnt the beggars tonge , To follow me frae toun to toun , And carrie the gaberlunzie on . Wi ' kauk and keel , Ill win ...
... poor man sheld nevir trow , Aftir the gaberlunzie - mon . My dear , quo he , zee're zet owre zonge ; And hae na learnt the beggars tonge , To follow me frae toun to toun , And carrie the gaberlunzie on . Wi ' kauk and keel , Ill win ...
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... poor Scotlands geir , But dreidfull feems the rufty point ! " And loud he leuch in jeir . " Aft Britons blude has dimd its shyne ; This poynt cut short their vaunt : " 270 Syne pierc'd the boifteris bairded cheik Nae tyme he tuke to ...
... poor Scotlands geir , But dreidfull feems the rufty point ! " And loud he leuch in jeir . " Aft Britons blude has dimd its shyne ; This poynt cut short their vaunt : " 270 Syne pierc'd the boifteris bairded cheik Nae tyme he tuke to ...
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Seite 305 - The following is chiefly printed from an ancient black-letter copy to "the tune of Deny down." AN ancient story He tell you anon Of a notable prince, that was called King John ; And he ruled England with maine and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintein'd little right.
Seite 368 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan ; Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
Seite 311 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Seite 312 - With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks. With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks; Like an old courtier, &c.
Seite 320 - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Seite 213 - Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town, In the wind bot and the weit ; Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town Wi
Seite 309 - And then your grace need not make any doubt, But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be...
Seite 319 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames — When thirsty grief in wine we steep...
Seite 299 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Seite 312 - That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.