Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric King) Together with Some Few of Later Date ...J. Dodsley, 1765 |
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... towne ; They did our Englishe men great wronge , To battelle that weare not ‹ bowne . ” Then spake a berne uppon the bent , 10 15 Of comforte that was not coulde , And faid , We have brent Northomberlande , We have all welthe in holde ...
... towne ; They did our Englishe men great wronge , To battelle that weare not ‹ bowne . ” Then spake a berne uppon the bent , 10 15 Of comforte that was not coulde , And faid , We have brent Northomberlande , We have all welthe in holde ...
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... marryed the might bee . 95 100 They had not ridden fcant a myle , A myle forthe of the towne , But in did come the kyng of Spayne , 105 With kempès many a one . But But in did come the kyng of Spayne , With 62 ANCIENT SON GS.
... marryed the might bee . 95 100 They had not ridden fcant a myle , A myle forthe of the towne , But in did come the kyng of Spayne , 105 With kempès many a one . But But in did come the kyng of Spayne , With 62 ANCIENT SON GS.
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... towne , 110 115 £ 20 But in did come the kyng of Spayne 125 With kempès many a one : But in did come the kyng of Spayne With manye a grimme baròne , Tone daye to marrye king Adlands daughter , Tother daye to carrye her home . 130 That ...
... towne , 110 115 £ 20 But in did come the kyng of Spayne 125 With kempès many a one : But in did come the kyng of Spayne With manye a grimme baròne , Tone daye to marrye king Adlands daughter , Tother daye to carrye her home . 130 That ...
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... towne . Then they pulled out a ryng of gold , Layd itt on the porters arme : And ever we will thee , proud portèr , Thow wilt faye us no harme . Sore he looked on kyng Estmère , And fore he handled the ryng , Then opened to them the ...
... towne . Then they pulled out a ryng of gold , Layd itt on the porters arme : And ever we will thee , proud portèr , Thow wilt faye us no harme . Sore he looked on kyng Estmère , And fore he handled the ryng , Then opened to them the ...
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... towne , He fled full faft away ; And foe did all the companye ; Not one behind wold stay . But he cold neither runne foe fast , Nor away foe faft cold ryde , But Little John with an arrowe foe broad , He shott him into the backe ...
... towne , He fled full faft away ; And foe did all the companye ; Not one behind wold stay . But he cold neither runne foe fast , Nor away foe faft cold ryde , But Little John with an arrowe foe broad , He shott him into the backe ...
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