Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, Страница 110, Том 11858 |
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... BALLAD POETRY . THOMAS PERCY , the indefatigable and ingenious author of the " Reliques of Ancient Poetry , " was born on the 13th of April 1728 , at Bridgenorth , in Shropshire . His father was a grocer . He was educated at the free ...
... BALLAD POETRY . THOMAS PERCY , the indefatigable and ingenious author of the " Reliques of Ancient Poetry , " was born on the 13th of April 1728 , at Bridgenorth , in Shropshire . His father was a grocer . He was educated at the free ...
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... ballads . He had himself a large folio MS . of ballads , and he set to work to procure others from every part of the British empire - from Derbyshire , Wales , Ireland , and even the West Indies . In these researches he was either aided ...
... ballads . He had himself a large folio MS . of ballads , and he set to work to procure others from every part of the British empire - from Derbyshire , Wales , Ireland , and even the West Indies . In these researches he was either aided ...
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... ballads , in their hirsute strength and rich native tang , may be compared rather to oak or beech mast , containing in them the germ of a thousand forests . Think of the " grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence " as a " specious fungus ...
... ballads , in their hirsute strength and rich native tang , may be compared rather to oak or beech mast , containing in them the germ of a thousand forests . Think of the " grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence " as a " specious fungus ...
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... ballads . These Ritson regarded as so many acts of fraud , which he thought he had a right to treat more severely ... ballad : - " That dwarfe , he ben beardless and bare , And weasel flowen ben al his hair Like an ympe or elfe . And ...
... ballads . These Ritson regarded as so many acts of fraud , which he thought he had a right to treat more severely ... ballad : - " That dwarfe , he ben beardless and bare , And weasel flowen ben al his hair Like an ympe or elfe . And ...
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... ballads of his own , such as " Sir Cauline , " which entitle him to an independent and considerable poetical reputation . It has been objected to him , that his ballads are , in style and spelling , more ancient than the ancients . This ...
... ballads of his own , such as " Sir Cauline , " which entitle him to an independent and considerable poetical reputation . It has been objected to him , that his ballads are , in style and spelling , more ancient than the ancients . This ...
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