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 3Thomas Percy J.E. Moore, 1823 |
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... faire damsèlle , And knelt upon the ground . A boone , a boone , O kinge Arthure , I beg a boone of thee ; Avenge me of a carlish knighte , Who hath shent my love and mee . At Tearne - Wadling * his castle stands , Near to that lake so ...
... faire damsèlle , And knelt upon the ground . A boone , a boone , O kinge Arthure , I beg a boone of thee ; Avenge me of a carlish knighte , Who hath shent my love and mee . At Tearne - Wadling * his castle stands , Near to that lake so ...
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... faire holley tree There sate that ladye in red scarlette That unseemelye was to see . Sir Kay beheld that lady's face , And looked upon her sweere ; Whoever kisses that ladye , he sayes , Of his kisse he stands in feare . Sir Kay beheld ...
... faire holley tree There sate that ladye in red scarlette That unseemelye was to see . Sir Kay beheld that lady's face , And looked upon her sweere ; Whoever kisses that ladye , he sayes , Of his kisse he stands in feare . Sir Kay beheld ...
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... faire . Sweet blushes stayn'd her rud - red cheeke , Her eyen were blacke as sloe : The ripening cherrye swellde her lippe , And all her necke was snowe . 100 Sir Gawaine kiss'd that lady faire , Lying upon the sheete : 105 And swore ...
... faire . Sweet blushes stayn'd her rud - red cheeke , Her eyen were blacke as sloe : The ripening cherrye swellde her lippe , And all her necke was snowe . 100 Sir Gawaine kiss'd that lady faire , Lying upon the sheete : 105 And swore ...
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... faire ? " To have thee foule still in the night , When I with thee should playe ! I had rather farre , my lady deare , To have thee foule by daye . " 115 120 What when gaye ladyes goe with their lordes 125 To drink the ale and wine ...
... faire ? " To have thee foule still in the night , When I with thee should playe ! I had rather farre , my lady deare , To have thee foule by daye . " 115 120 What when gaye ladyes goe with their lordes 125 To drink the ale and wine ...
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... faire yonge maide , In the greene forèst to dwelle ; And there to abide in lothlye shape , Most like a fiend of helle . Midst mores and mosses ; woods , and wilds ; 145 To lead a lonesome life : Till some yong faire and courtlye knighte ...
... faire yonge maide , In the greene forèst to dwelle ; And there to abide in lothlye shape , Most like a fiend of helle . Midst mores and mosses ; woods , and wilds ; 145 To lead a lonesome life : Till some yong faire and courtlye knighte ...
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