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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... maid Ellen , and the dwarf , renew their journey : they see a castle stuck round with human heads ; and are informed it belongs to a knight cal- led Sir Gefferon , who , in honour of his lemman or mistress , challenges all comers : he ...
... maid Ellen , and the dwarf , renew their journey : they see a castle stuck round with human heads ; and are informed it belongs to a knight cal- led Sir Gefferon , who , in honour of his lemman or mistress , challenges all comers : he ...
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... Maid Ellen by chance gets an opportunity of speak- ing to him ; and upbraids him with his vice and folly : he is filled with remorse , and escapes the same eve- ning . At length he arrives at the city and castle of Sinadone : Is given ...
... Maid Ellen by chance gets an opportunity of speak- ing to him ; and upbraids him with his vice and folly : he is filled with remorse , and escapes the same eve- ning . At length he arrives at the city and castle of Sinadone : Is given ...
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... maid , Ile give the same to thee ; Go , seeke thee another love . O Ile have none of your gold , she sayde , Nor Ile have none of your fee ; But your faire bodye I must have , The king hath granted mee . 45 50 55 60 Ver . 50. His bodye ...
... maid , Ile give the same to thee ; Go , seeke thee another love . O Ile have none of your gold , she sayde , Nor Ile have none of your fee ; But your faire bodye I must have , The king hath granted mee . 45 50 55 60 Ver . 50. His bodye ...
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... maid dwellin , Made every youth crye , Wel - awaye ! Her name was Barbara Allen . All in the merrye month of May , When greene buds they were swellin , Yong Jemmye Grove on his death - bed lay , For love of Barbara Allen . 5 He sent his ...
... maid dwellin , Made every youth crye , Wel - awaye ! Her name was Barbara Allen . All in the merrye month of May , When greene buds they were swellin , Yong Jemmye Grove on his death - bed lay , For love of Barbara Allen . 5 He sent his ...
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... maid , come pity mee , Ime on my deth - bed lying . If on your death - bed you doe lye , What needs the tale you are tellin ; I cannot keep you from your death ; Farewell , sayd Barbara Allen . He turnd his face unto the wall , As ...
... maid , come pity mee , Ime on my deth - bed lying . If on your death - bed you doe lye , What needs the tale you are tellin ; I cannot keep you from your death ; Farewell , sayd Barbara Allen . He turnd his face unto the wall , As ...
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Страница 217 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast : Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed ; Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Страница 333 - True; a new Mistresse now I chase, The first Foe in the Field; And with a stronger Faith imbrace A Sword, a Horse, a Shield. Yet this Inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee (Deare) so much, Lov'd I not Honour more.
Страница 124 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip...
Страница 389 - When night and morning meet ; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her sable shroud. So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown : Such is the robe that kings must wear, When Death has reft their crown.
Страница 221 - The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away.
Страница 225 - You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite.
Страница 175 - He turned his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan." And slowly, slowly raise she up, And slowly, slowly left him, And sighing said, she could not stay, Since death of life had reft him. She...
Страница 261 - Their dances were procession. But now, alas ! they all are dead, Or gone beyond the seas, Or farther for religion fled, Or else they take their ease.
Страница 206 - He hath of marks about him plenty: You shall know him among twenty. All his body is a fire, And his breath a flame entire, That being shot, like lightning, in, Wounds the heart, but not the skin.