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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... thee was newfangle , 35 But yett she was affrayd . When fhee had taken the mantle ; She ftoode as fhe had beene madd : It was from the top to the toe As fheeres had itt fhread . 40 One while was it ' gule ' ; Another while was itt ...
... thee was newfangle , 35 But yett she was affrayd . When fhee had taken the mantle ; She ftoode as fhe had beene madd : It was from the top to the toe As fheeres had itt fhread . 40 One while was it ' gule ' ; Another while was itt ...
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... thee hold thee there . Forth came his ladye Shortlye and anon ; Boldlye to the mantle Then is fhee gone , When fhe had tane the mantle , And caft it her about ; Then was the bare бо 65 70 Before all the rout . " Then VOL . I. B 3 Then ...
... thee hold thee there . Forth came his ladye Shortlye and anon ; Boldlye to the mantle Then is fhee gone , When fhe had tane the mantle , And caft it her about ; Then was the bare бо 65 70 Before all the rout . " Then VOL . I. B 3 Then ...
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... thee , yield thee , kinge Arthùre , Now yield thee , unto mee : Or fighte with mee , or lofe thy lande , Noe better termes maye bee . Unleffe thou fweare upon the rood , And promife on thy faye , Here to returne to Tearne Wadling , Upon ...
... thee , yield thee , kinge Arthùre , Now yield thee , unto mee : Or fighte with mee , or lofe thy lande , Noe better termes maye bee . Unleffe thou fweare upon the rood , And promife on thy faye , Here to returne to Tearne Wadling , Upon ...
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... thee , Arthur , and thy lands , All forfeit unto mee ; For this is not thy paye , fir king , 135 Nor may thy ransome bee . Yet hold thy hand , thou proude baròne , I praye thee hold thy hand ; And give mee leave to speake once moe In ...
... thee , Arthur , and thy lands , All forfeit unto mee ; For this is not thy paye , fir king , 135 Nor may thy ransome bee . Yet hold thy hand , thou proude baròne , I praye thee hold thy hand ; And give mee leave to speake once moe In ...
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... nowe thankes ! good fir Gawaine , And a blessing thee betyde ! To - morrow wee'll have knights and fquires , And wee'll goe fetch thy bride . C 2 3 . 35 40 And And wee'll have hawkes and wee'll have houndes To cover AND BALLAD S. 19.
... nowe thankes ! good fir Gawaine , And a blessing thee betyde ! To - morrow wee'll have knights and fquires , And wee'll goe fetch thy bride . C 2 3 . 35 40 And And wee'll have hawkes and wee'll have houndes To cover AND BALLAD S. 19.
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