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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... quoth Kychard Sheale . — 3 One of the earliest productions of the Scottish press , now to be found . The title - page was wanting in the copy here quoted ; but it is sup- posed to have been printed in 1540. See Ames . - 4 See Pt . 2. v ...
... quoth Kychard Sheale . — 3 One of the earliest productions of the Scottish press , now to be found . The title - page was wanting in the copy here quoted ; but it is sup- posed to have been printed in 1540. See Ames . - 4 See Pt . 2. v ...
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... quoth the dwarffe , ' and louted lowe , ' Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knìght is his own cousìne , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : And hee is come ...
... quoth the dwarffe , ' and louted lowe , ' Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knìght is his own cousìne , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : And hee is come ...
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... Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . ' He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And spying a secrette part , He drave it into the soldan's syde , And pierced him to the heart . 150 155 160 Then all ...
... Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . ' He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And spying a secrette part , He drave it into the soldan's syde , And pierced him to the heart . 150 155 160 Then all ...
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... quoth hee , ' thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . ' And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemely it is for her fayre ...
... quoth hee , ' thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . ' And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemely it is for her fayre ...
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... quoth John , ' As the wind that blowes ore a hill ; For if itt be never so loude this night , To - morrow itt may be still . ' ' Buske yee , bowne yee , my merry men all , And John shall goe with mee , For Ile goe seeke yond wight ...
... quoth John , ' As the wind that blowes ore a hill ; For if itt be never so loude this night , To - morrow itt may be still . ' ' Buske yee , bowne yee , my merry men all , And John shall goe with mee , For Ile goe seeke yond wight ...
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