Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the First |
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A WAYLE Whyt as whalles bon , A grein in golde that godly shon , A tortle that min herte is on , in tounes trewe ; Hire gladshipe nes never gon , whil y may glewe . When heo is glad , Of al this world namore y bad Then beo with hire myn ...
A WAYLE Whyt as whalles bon , A grein in golde that godly shon , A tortle that min herte is on , in tounes trewe ; Hire gladshipe nes never gon , whil y may glewe . When heo is glad , Of al this world namore y bad Then beo with hire myn ...
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A wyf nis non so worly wroht , When heo ys blythe to bedde y - broht , Wel were him that wiste hire thoht , that thryven ant thro , y wot heo nul me noht , myn herte is wo . Wel Hou shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ...
A wyf nis non so worly wroht , When heo ys blythe to bedde y - broht , Wel were him that wiste hire thoht , that thryven ant thro , y wot heo nul me noht , myn herte is wo . Wel Hou shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ...
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... Nys no fur so hot in helle , al to mon , That loveth derne ant darnout telle whet him ys on . fo ; Ich unne hire wel ant heo me wo ; Ycham hire frend ant heo my Me thuncheth min herte wol breke a two , for sorewe ant syke !
... Nys no fur so hot in helle , al to mon , That loveth derne ant darnout telle whet him ys on . fo ; Ich unne hire wel ant heo me wo ; Ycham hire frend ant heo my Me thuncheth min herte wol breke a two , for sorewe ant syke !
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... That feyre founden me mete ant cloht , Hue wrieth a - wey as hue were wroht , such is evel ant elde . Evel ant elde , ant other wo , foleweth me so faste , Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God 48 SPECIMENS OF.
... That feyre founden me mete ant cloht , Hue wrieth a - wey as hue were wroht , such is evel ant elde . Evel ant elde , ant other wo , foleweth me so faste , Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God 48 SPECIMENS OF.
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Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God , whi shal hit swo ? hou mai hit lengore laste ? Whil mi lif wes luther ant lees , Glotonie mi glemon wes , with me he wonede a while ; Prude wes my plowe fere , Lecherie my lavendere ...
Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God , whi shal hit swo ? hou mai hit lengore laste ? Whil mi lif wes luther ant lees , Glotonie mi glemon wes , with me he wonede a while ; Prude wes my plowe fere , Lecherie my lavendere ...
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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.
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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.
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