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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... hath robbed Engelond , the mores , ant th fenne , The gold , ant the felver , and y - boren henne , For love of Wyndefore . Richard , thah thou be ever , & c . 20 25 30 Sire Simond de Mountfort hath fuore bi vs chyn , Sire 4 POEMS ...
... hath robbed Engelond , the mores , ant th fenne , The gold , ant the felver , and y - boren henne , For love of Wyndefore . Richard , thah thou be ever , & c . 20 25 30 Sire Simond de Mountfort hath fuore bi vs chyn , Sire 4 POEMS ...
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... hath fuore bi vs chyn , Hevede he nou here the erl of Warỳn , Shuld he never more come to is yn , Ne with fheld , ne with spere , ne with other gŷn , To help of Wyndefore . 35 Richard , thah thou be ever , & c . Sire Simond de Montfort hath ...
... hath fuore bi vs chyn , Hevede he nou here the erl of Warỳn , Shuld he never more come to is yn , Ne with fheld , ne with spere , ne with other gŷn , To help of Wyndefore . 35 Richard , thah thou be ever , & c . Sire Simond de Montfort hath ...
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... hath diht us newe , That maketh me fyke , ant forewe among ; Of a knyht , that wes so strong , Of wham God hath don ys wille ; Me - thuncheth that deth hath don us wrong , That he so fone fhall ligge ftille . Al Englond ahte for te ...
... hath diht us newe , That maketh me fyke , ant forewe among ; Of a knyht , that wes so strong , Of wham God hath don ys wille ; Me - thuncheth that deth hath don us wrong , That he so fone fhall ligge ftille . Al Englond ahte for te ...
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... hath efcaped all the editors of Chaucer's works , is now printed for the first time from an ancient MS in the Pepyfian library , that contains many other poems of its venerable author . The verfification is of that fpecies , which the ...
... hath efcaped all the editors of Chaucer's works , is now printed for the first time from an ancient MS in the Pepyfian library , that contains many other poems of its venerable author . The verfification is of that fpecies , which the ...
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... hath your beaute fro your herte chafed . 3 . Alas , that nature hath in yow compassed So grete beaute , that no man may atteyn To mercy , though he fterve for the So hath youre beaute , & c . III . I. peyn . Syn I fro love escaped am fo ...
... hath your beaute fro your herte chafed . 3 . Alas , that nature hath in yow compassed So grete beaute , that no man may atteyn To mercy , though he fterve for the So hath youre beaute , & c . III . I. peyn . Syn I fro love escaped am fo ...
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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.