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, Band 2J. Dodsley, 1775 |
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... fall , Ryzt onys com away . Then fayd Terry , and fwore be hys crede ; Saw thou never yong boy forther hys body bede , 115 C 2 For V. 1o9 . yf he have , MS . Ver . 101. grant . MS . V. 110. the MS . literally bas th . fand , bere . For ...
... fall , Ryzt onys com away . Then fayd Terry , and fwore be hys crede ; Saw thou never yong boy forther hys body bede , 115 C 2 For V. 1o9 . yf he have , MS . Ver . 101. grant . MS . V. 110. the MS . literally bas th . fand , bere . For ...
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... fall . 80 Giffe I were a man , as now I am none , A battell wolde I prove , To fight with that traitor Aldingar ; Att him I caft my glove . But feeing Ime able noe battell to make , 85 My liege , grant me a knight To fight with that ...
... fall . 80 Giffe I were a man , as now I am none , A battell wolde I prove , To fight with that traitor Aldingar ; Att him I caft my glove . But feeing Ime able noe battell to make , 85 My liege , grant me a knight To fight with that ...
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... fall fing and be merrie -- o . 80 XI . ON THOMAS LORD CROMWELL . We It is ever the fate of a difgraced minifter to be forfaken by his friends , and infulted by his enemies , always reckon- ing among the latter the giddy inconftant ...
... fall fing and be merrie -- o . 80 XI . ON THOMAS LORD CROMWELL . We It is ever the fate of a difgraced minifter to be forfaken by his friends , and infulted by his enemies , always reckon- ing among the latter the giddy inconftant ...
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... fall haif my heart all hale , 35 " Eik and my maiden - heid : " Sen God , he fendis bute for bale , " And for murning remeid , " I'dern with thee bot gif I dale , " Doubtless I am but deid . " Makyne , to - morn be this ilk tyde , Gif ...
... fall haif my heart all hale , 35 " Eik and my maiden - heid : " Sen God , he fendis bute for bale , " And for murning remeid , " I'dern with thee bot gif I dale , " Doubtless I am but deid . " Makyne , to - morn be this ilk tyde , Gif ...
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... fall be thyne , Withouten departing . All hale thy heart for till have myne , 85 Is all my coveting ; My fheip to morn quhyle houris nyne , Will need of nae keiping . " Robin , thou haft heard fung and say , " In gefts and ftorys auld ...
... fall be thyne , Withouten departing . All hale thy heart for till have myne , 85 Is all my coveting ; My fheip to morn quhyle houris nyne , Will need of nae keiping . " Robin , thou haft heard fung and say , " In gefts and ftorys auld ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aldingar ancient awaye ballad Bannatyne's banyfhed beggar brave caufe copy daye doth Earl Earl of Murray faft faid fair fame fatire fayd fayes feems feen fene fhall fhee fhew fholde fight filke firft firſt flaine fome fone fong foon forrow frae ftand ftanzas ftill fubject fuch fword gold grene wode go grype hart hath heire of Linne Henry houſe intitled John king knight kyng lady little John lord Lord Vaux luve Makyne mankynde I love Mary Ambree moft moſt muft muſt mynde myne never noble Norfe poem poet prefent preferved prettye Befsee printed Prol queene quoth reft Rofamond ſay Scotland ſhall ſhe ſhee Sir Aldingar ſpeake Synge tanner tell thay thee thefe ther theſe thofe thou unto verfe wele Wherfore whofe wolde wyll wyth zour
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 302 - 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 297 - 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 310 - 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 309 - 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 356 - 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 315 - Even then her charming melody doth prove, That all her bars are trees, her cage a grove. I am that bird, whom they combine Thus to deprive of liberty ; But though they do my corps confine, Yet maugre hate, my soul is free : And though immur'd, yet can I chirp, and sing Disgrace to rebels, glory to my king.
Seite 302 - 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.
Seite 357 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing; Ah!
Seite 132 - The like was never scene. Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundered and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunninglye contriv'd With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread, Could enter in or out.
Seite 218 - If our foes you may be termed, Gentle foes we have you found : With our city, you have won our hearts each one, Then to your country bear away, that is your own.