The Beauties of Ancient Poetry: Intended as a Companion to the Beauties of English PoetryE. Newbery and J. Wallis, 1794 - 204 Seiten |
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... am thy wedded wife . He cut her pappes from off her breft ; Great pitye it was to fee Some drops of this faire ladyes bloode Run trickling down her knee . C Wo worth , wo worth ye , my merrye men SELECT ANCIENT POEMS . 18.
... am thy wedded wife . He cut her pappes from off her breft ; Great pitye it was to fee Some drops of this faire ladyes bloode Run trickling down her knee . C Wo worth , wo worth ye , my merrye men SELECT ANCIENT POEMS . 18.
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... Some do call mee Jacke , fweet heart , And fome do call mee Jille ; But when I come to the kings faire courte They call me Wilfulle Wille . He fett his foot into the stirrup , And awaye then he did ride ; She tuckt her girdle about her ...
... Some do call mee Jacke , fweet heart , And fome do call mee Jille ; But when I come to the kings faire courte They call me Wilfulle Wille . He fett his foot into the stirrup , And awaye then he did ride ; She tuckt her girdle about her ...
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... Some time it was of cloth in graine , ' Tis now but a figh - clout as you may fee , It will neither hold out winde nor raine ; Ill have a new cloake about mee . SHE . It is four and fortye yeeres agoe Since th ' one of us the other did ...
... Some time it was of cloth in graine , ' Tis now but a figh - clout as you may fee , It will neither hold out winde nor raine ; Ill have a new cloake about mee . SHE . It is four and fortye yeeres agoe Since th ' one of us the other did ...
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... Some goftly comfort feek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Ne teares bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar My forrow now reprove ; For I have loft the fweeteft youth , That e'er wan ladyes love . And nowe , alas ! for ...
... Some goftly comfort feek : Let not vain forrow rive thy heart , Ne teares bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar My forrow now reprove ; For I have loft the fweeteft youth , That e'er wan ladyes love . And nowe , alas ! for ...
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... Some have too much , yet ftill they crave , I little have , yet seek no more ; They are but poor , though much they have , And I am rich with little ftore : They poor , I rich ; they beg , I give ; They lacke , I lend ; they pine , I ...
... Some have too much , yet ftill they crave , I little have , yet seek no more ; They are but poor , though much they have , And I am rich with little ftore : They poor , I rich ; they beg , I give ; They lacke , I lend ; they pine , I ...
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Amyntas awaye babe bofom brave bonny chearful cheek Colma comes the better Cophetua cry'd Cumnor Cumnor Halle daye dear doth earl of Murray Edom faft faid fair Annet Fair Emmeline fair lady fave fayd faye fcorne feene feldome comes feven fhall fhalt fhee fide figh figh'd fight flaine fleede fome foon forrow foul ftill ftream fuch fweet fworde gaye Gilderoy Gordon grone hath heart horfe houſe king knight lady ladye Lancelott little Muſgrave lord Barnard loue lov'd maid manye Marion Mary Ambree maun mayde mayden Murray muſt ne'er never nut-browne bride o'er old cap owre praye prince quoth reft rofe rove ſhall ſhe ſhee ſhould teares thee thefe thoſe thou thouſand thro thy love tow're true love unto weene whofe wind young courtier youth
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Seite 41 - 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.
Seite 83 - Lord Thomas was buried without kirkwa, Fair Annet within the quiere, And o the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil 'They were twa luvers deare.
Seite 41 - The rest complains 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. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Seite 42 - 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.
Seite 102 - As there had been none such. My Muse doth not delight Me as she did before; My hand and pen are not in plight, As they have been of yore. For reason me denies This youthly idle rhyme; And day by day to me she cries, "Leave off these toys in time.
Seite 53 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave ; Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never...
Seite 196 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, 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 80 - No, I will tak my mither's counsel, And marrie me owt o hand;' And I will tak the nut-browne bride, Fair Annet may leive the land." Up then rose Fair Annet's father, Twa hours or it wer day, And he is gane into the bower Wherein Fair Annet lay. "Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet," he says, "Put on your silken sheene; Let us gae to St.
Seite 46 - For whereas twenty men were wont To wait with bended knee: She gave allowance but to ten, And after scarce to three; Nay, one she thought too much for him; So took she all away, In hope that in her court, good king, He would no longer stay. Am I rewarded thus, quoth he, In giving all I have Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave?
Seite 197 - With an old falconer, huntsman, and a kennel of hounds, That never hawked, nor hunted, but in his own grounds, Who, like a wise man, kept himself within his own bounds, And when he dyed gave every child a thousand good pounds; Like an old courtier, &c.