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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... . A Scottish Song 3. Little John Nobody 5. The Heir of Lynne 113 121 123 4. 2. Elizabeth's Verses while Prisoner at Woodstock 127 128 6. Gascoigne's 6. Gascoigne's Praife of the fair Bridges , afterwards Lady ( i ) ,
... . A Scottish Song 3. Little John Nobody 5. The Heir of Lynne 113 121 123 4. 2. Elizabeth's Verses while Prisoner at Woodstock 127 128 6. Gascoigne's 6. Gascoigne's Praife of the fair Bridges , afterwards Lady ( i ) ,
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... fair Bridges , afterwards Lady Sandes 7. Fair Rofamond 8. Queen Eleanor's Confeffion 9. The furdy Rock 10. The Beggar's Daughter of Bednal Green - 138 143 155 160 J 162 An Effay on the Word FIT , and the ancient Bal- lad - finging ...
... fair Bridges , afterwards Lady Sandes 7. Fair Rofamond 8. Queen Eleanor's Confeffion 9. The furdy Rock 10. The Beggar's Daughter of Bednal Green - 138 143 155 160 J 162 An Effay on the Word FIT , and the ancient Bal- lad - finging ...
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... fair of feir , " Wyfe , hardy , kind and frie , " Sae that nae danger do the deir , 66 Quhat dule in dern thou drie ; Prefs ay to pleis , and blyth appeir , " Be patient and privie . " 5 IO IS 20 Robin , Ver . 19. Bannatyne's MS . reads ...
... fair of feir , " Wyfe , hardy , kind and frie , " Sae that nae danger do the deir , 66 Quhat dule in dern thou drie ; Prefs ay to pleis , and blyth appeir , " Be patient and privie . " 5 IO IS 20 Robin , Ver . 19. Bannatyne's MS . reads ...
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... fair , and I am fain ; My fheep gais hail abuve ; And we fould pley us on the plain , 25 " 30 They wald us baith repruve . " Robin , tak tent unto my tale , “ And wirk all as I reid ; " And thou fall haif my heart all hale , 35 " Eik ...
... fair , and I am fain ; My fheep gais hail abuve ; And we fould pley us on the plain , 25 " 30 They wald us baith repruve . " Robin , tak tent unto my tale , “ And wirk all as I reid ; " And thou fall haif my heart all hale , 35 " Eik ...
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... fair . " Makyne , I have bene here this quyle ; At hame I wish I were . " Robin , my hinny , talk and fmyle , " Gif ... fair dale Affemblit all his fheip : Be that fome part of Makyne's ail , Out - throw his heart could creip , Hir fast ...
... fair . " Makyne , I have bene here this quyle ; At hame I wish I were . " Robin , my hinny , talk and fmyle , " Gif ... fair dale Affemblit all his fheip : Be that fome part of Makyne's ail , Out - throw his heart could creip , Hir fast ...
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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
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