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, Том 2J. Dodsley, 1775 |
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... say , To Harflue toune with ryal aray ; That toune he wan , and made a fray , That Fraunce fhall rywe tyl domes day . Deo gratias , & c . 5 10 Then went owre kynge , with alle his ofte , 1 Then ANCIENT POEM S. 25 For the Victory at ...
... say , To Harflue toune with ryal aray ; That toune he wan , and made a fray , That Fraunce fhall rywe tyl domes day . Deo gratias , & c . 5 10 Then went owre kynge , with alle his ofte , 1 Then ANCIENT POEM S. 25 For the Victory at ...
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... say nat nay , but that all day It is bothe writ and fayd That womans faith is , as who fayth , All utterly decayd ; But , neverthelesse , ryght good wytnèsse In this cafe might be layd , That they love true , and continùe : Recorde the ...
... say nat nay , but that all day It is bothe writ and fayd That womans faith is , as who fayth , All utterly decayd ; But , neverthelesse , ryght good wytnèsse In this cafe might be layd , That they love true , and continùe : Recorde the ...
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... say ye fo ? wheder wyll ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to forrowe and care Sholde chaunge , yf ye were gone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . 65 70 HI . Ver . 63. The fomers . Prof. HE . I ...
... say ye fo ? wheder wyll ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to forrowe and care Sholde chaunge , yf ye were gone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . 65 70 HI . Ver . 63. The fomers . Prof. HE . I ...
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... say , It is no maydens lore : But love may make me for your fake , 135 As I have fayd before To come on fote , to hunt , and fhote To gete us mete in store ; For fo that I your company May have , I afke no more : 140 From which to part ...
... say , It is no maydens lore : But love may make me for your fake , 135 As I have fayd before To come on fote , to hunt , and fhote To gete us mete in store ; For fo that I your company May have , I afke no more : 140 From which to part ...
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... say ye fo ? wheder wyll ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to forrowe and care Sholde chaunge , yf ye were gone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . 65 70 HI . Ver . 63. The fomers . Prof. HE . I ...
... say ye fo ? wheder wyll ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ? All my welfare to forrowe and care Sholde chaunge , yf ye were gone ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . 65 70 HI . Ver . 63. The fomers . Prof. HE . I ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.