Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the FirstPercy Society, 1841 |
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... femme par mavesté , De corteysie soit forbanys , ou hastivement soit redressé à dreyt ; Quar il pert sa noreture , certes , que femme deceit . Dieu m'avaunce par charité , auxi come j'ay mestier , Je froi à femmes un a , b , c , à l ...
... femme par mavesté , De corteysie soit forbanys , ou hastivement soit redressé à dreyt ; Quar il pert sa noreture , certes , que femme deceit . Dieu m'avaunce par charité , auxi come j'ay mestier , Je froi à femmes un a , b , c , à l ...
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... femme , là vet joie , ele ne va pas soule . Amour de femme moun cuer entame , de fere un poy enveysure , Pur sauver femme de tote blame , chescun devereit mettre cure ; Pur l'amour de une dame , que tot le mound en terre honure , Que femme ...
... femme , là vet joie , ele ne va pas soule . Amour de femme moun cuer entame , de fere un poy enveysure , Pur sauver femme de tote blame , chescun devereit mettre cure ; Pur l'amour de une dame , que tot le mound en terre honure , Que femme ...
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... femme mespreyse en nulle manere , il corouce la mere Jhesu , e pecche ; Qy à ce s'acostume , porte vyleyne tecche . Eux ont le corps de bel entayle , en tous poyntz tresbien assis ; Um ne vaudreit une mayle , si femme ne fust , ce m'est ...
... femme mespreyse en nulle manere , il corouce la mere Jhesu , e pecche ; Qy à ce s'acostume , porte vyleyne tecche . Eux ont le corps de bel entayle , en tous poyntz tresbien assis ; Um ne vaudreit une mayle , si femme ne fust , ce m'est ...
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... femme floryst , e espanit come fet la flur ; Bené soit qui là le myst en lu de si grant honur ; Qy vileynie de femme dist , mout pust il estre ensur , D'aver hounte sauntz respist , en un lu molt obscur , e peyne . Pus que Dieu de femme ...
... femme floryst , e espanit come fet la flur ; Bené soit qui là le myst en lu de si grant honur ; Qy vileynie de femme dist , mout pust il estre ensur , D'aver hounte sauntz respist , en un lu molt obscur , e peyne . Pus que Dieu de femme ...
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... femme oyr la vois . Mout purrad mener sure vie , que de femme puet aver choys ; Quar à tous biens femme plye , come fet la coudre que porte noys e foyl ; Qui bealté plaunta en femme , molt chosy noble soyl . Il n'y out unqe honme née ...
... femme oyr la vois . Mout purrad mener sure vie , que de femme puet aver choys ; Quar à tous biens femme plye , come fet la coudre que porte noys e foyl ; Qui bealté plaunta en femme , molt chosy noble soyl . Il n'y out unqe honme née ...
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179 ページ - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
84 ページ - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
132 ページ - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
27 ページ - The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary ; And I pray you, my masters, be merry Quot estis in convivio. Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes domino.
63 ページ - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
5 ページ - Then came the Holy One, blessed be He ! And killed the Angel of Death, That killed the butcher, That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid That my father bought For two pieces of money: A kid, a kid.
95 ページ - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
46 ページ - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
64 ページ - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
9 ページ - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?