Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, 第 1 巻1864 |
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... knighte , Men call him syr Cauline . The kinge had a ladye to his daughter , In fashyon she hath no peere ; And princely wightes that ladye wooed To be theyr wedded feere . Syr Cauline loveth her best of all , But nothing durst he saye ...
... knighte , Men call him syr Cauline . The kinge had a ladye to his daughter , In fashyon she hath no peere ; And princely wightes that ladye wooed To be theyr wedded feere . Syr Cauline loveth her best of all , But nothing durst he saye ...
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... knighte , And fast his handes gan wringe : Sir Cauline is sicke , and like to dye 20 20 25 Without a good leechinge . ' ' Fetche me downe my daughter deere , She is a leeche fulle fine : 30 Goe take him doughe , and the baken bread ...
... knighte , And fast his handes gan wringe : Sir Cauline is sicke , and like to dye 20 20 25 Without a good leechinge . ' ' Fetche me downe my daughter deere , She is a leeche fulle fine : 30 Goe take him doughe , and the baken bread ...
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... knighte , wake there all nighte Untill the fayre morninge ? For the Eldridge knighte , so mickle of mighte , Will examine you beforne : And never man bare life awaye , But he did him scath and scorne . That knighte he is a foul paynìm ...
... knighte , wake there all nighte Untill the fayre morninge ? For the Eldridge knighte , so mickle of mighte , Will examine you beforne : And never man bare life awaye , But he did him scath and scorne . That knighte he is a foul paynìm ...
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... knighte , he pricked his steed ; Syr Cauline bold abode : Then either shooke his trustye speare , 85 90 95 100 And the timber these two children bare 1 Soe soone in sunder slode , 1i.e . Knights . See the Preface to Child Waters , vol ...
... knighte , he pricked his steed ; Syr Cauline bold abode : Then either shooke his trustye speare , 85 90 95 100 And the timber these two children bare 1 Soe soone in sunder slode , 1i.e . Knights . See the Preface to Child Waters , vol ...
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... knighte , 125 And here on this lay - land , That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye , And thereto plight thy hand : And that thou never on Eldridge come To sporte , gamon , or playe : Ver . 109 , aukeward , MS . 130 And that thou here ...
... knighte , 125 And here on this lay - land , That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye , And thereto plight thy hand : And that thou never on Eldridge come To sporte , gamon , or playe : Ver . 109 , aukeward , MS . 130 And that thou here ...
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178 ページ - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
216 ページ - 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.
178 ページ - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
255 ページ - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
255 ページ - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
217 ページ - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
193 ページ - 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.
235 ページ - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
63 ページ - Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme.' O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone ; Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd, Thair hats they swam aboone.
179 ページ - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.