Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy1880 |
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... teares sterte from his ee . But keep my counsayl , syr Cauline , Ne let no man it knowe ; For and ever my father sholde it ken , I wot he wolde us sloe . From that daye forthe that ladye fayre Lovde syr Cauline the knighte : From that ...
... teares sterte from his ee . But keep my counsayl , syr Cauline , Ne let no man it knowe ; For and ever my father sholde it ken , I wot he wolde us sloe . From that daye forthe that ladye fayre Lovde syr Cauline the knighte : From that ...
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... teares gusht from her eye . Up then sterte the stranger knighte , Sayd , Ladye , be not affrayd : Ile fight for thee with this grimme soldan , Thoughe he be unmacklye made . And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde , That lyeth ...
... teares gusht from her eye . Up then sterte the stranger knighte , Sayd , Ladye , be not affrayd : Ile fight for thee with this grimme soldan , Thoughe he be unmacklye made . And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde , That lyeth ...
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... teares they fall from her eyne ; And aye she laments the deadlye feude Betweene her house and thine . And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe Bedewde with many a teare , And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her , Who loved thee so deare ...
... teares they fall from her eyne ; And aye she laments the deadlye feude Betweene her house and thine . And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe Bedewde with many a teare , And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her , Who loved thee so deare ...
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... teares that fell from her fair eyes Ranne like the fountayne free . Hee mounted himselfe on his steede so talle , And her on a fair palfràye , And slung his bugle about his necke , And roundlye they rode awaye . All this beheard her ...
... teares that fell from her fair eyes Ranne like the fountayne free . Hee mounted himselfe on his steede so talle , And her on a fair palfràye , And slung his bugle about his necke , And roundlye they rode awaye . All this beheard her ...
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... teares of bloud I wet mine aged face : For my Lavinia I lamented more Then for my two and twenty sonnes before . When as I sawe she could not write nor speake , With grief mine aged heart began to breake ; We spred an heape of sand upon ...
... teares of bloud I wet mine aged face : For my Lavinia I lamented more Then for my two and twenty sonnes before . When as I sawe she could not write nor speake , With grief mine aged heart began to breake ; We spred an heape of sand upon ...
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Страница 115 - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare; Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
Страница 343 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Страница 118 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never. " Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found, Since summer trees were leafy.
Страница 115 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Страница 109 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Страница 346 - You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite.
Страница 365 - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge dares not venture Lest herself fast she lay ; If love come, he will enter And soon find out his way.
Страница 259 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Страница 140 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself...
Страница 125 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.