Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of Later Date. Volume the First. [-third.].J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1765 |
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... Miller of Mansfield 21. Dulcina 22. The Wandering Prince of Troy 178 -179 - 190 - 192 23. The Witches Song 24. Robin Good - fellow 25. The Fairy Queen 26. The Fairies Farewell BOOK THE THIRD . 1. The Birth of St. George [ 2. ] George ...
... Miller of Mansfield 21. Dulcina 22. The Wandering Prince of Troy 178 -179 - 190 - 192 23. The Witches Song 24. Robin Good - fellow 25. The Fairy Queen 26. The Fairies Farewell BOOK THE THIRD . 1. The Birth of St. George [ 2. ] George ...
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... MILLER OF MANSFIELD .. છું .. It has been a favourite subject with our English ballad . makers to represent our kings converfing , either by accident or defign , with the meanest of their subjects . Of the former kind , befides this ...
... MILLER OF MANSFIELD .. છું .. It has been a favourite subject with our English ballad . makers to represent our kings converfing , either by accident or defign , with the meanest of their subjects . Of the former kind , befides this ...
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... miller he mett at the laft : Afking the ready way unto faire Nottingham ; Sir , quoth the miller , I meane not to jeft , Yet I thinke , what I thinke , footh for to say , You doe not lightlye goe out of your way . is Why , what doft ...
... miller he mett at the laft : Afking the ready way unto faire Nottingham ; Sir , quoth the miller , I meane not to jeft , Yet I thinke , what I thinke , footh for to say , You doe not lightlye goe out of your way . is Why , what doft ...
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... miller , ore groat in thy purse ; All thy inheritance hanges on thy backe , I have gold to discharge all that I call ; If it be forty pence , I will pay all . 30 If thou beeft a true man , then quoth the miller , I sweare by my toll ...
... miller , ore groat in thy purse ; All thy inheritance hanges on thy backe , I have gold to discharge all that I call ; If it be forty pence , I will pay all . 30 If thou beeft a true man , then quoth the miller , I sweare by my toll ...
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... miller his wife whifper'd fecretlye , Saying , it seemeth , this youth's of good kin , Both by his apparel , and eke by his manners ; To turne him out , certainlye , were a great fin . Yea , quoth hee , you may fee , he hath fome grace ...
... miller his wife whifper'd fecretlye , Saying , it seemeth , this youth's of good kin , Both by his apparel , and eke by his manners ; To turne him out , certainlye , were a great fin . Yea , quoth hee , you may fee , he hath fome grace ...
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