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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Quar ele chaunte de bone escole , e tient le cuer de honme en gay , Il porte le bek douce et mole ; si mestier soit , nomer le say par noun ; Quant diensist femme compaigne à honme , molt lur dona bel doun . Ou femmes est honour enjoynt ...
Quar ele chaunte de bone escole , e tient le cuer de honme en gay , Il porte le bek douce et mole ; si mestier soit , nomer le say par noun ; Quant diensist femme compaigne à honme , molt lur dona bel doun . Ou femmes est honour enjoynt ...
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Suete lemmon , y preze the of a love bene ; zef thou me lovest , ase men says , lemmon , as y wene , Ant zef hit thi wille be , thou loke that hit be sene , So muchel y thenke upon the , that al y waxe grene .
Suete lemmon , y preze the of a love bene ; zef thou me lovest , ase men says , lemmon , as y wene , Ant zef hit thi wille be , thou loke that hit be sene , So muchel y thenke upon the , that al y waxe grene .
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... when y seyde thy lore was lees ; Jesu Crist , thou be mi bote , so boun icham to make my pees . Al unreken is my ro , Loverd Crist , whet shal y say ? Of myne deden fynde y non fro , ne nothyng that y thenke may .
... when y seyde thy lore was lees ; Jesu Crist , thou be mi bote , so boun icham to make my pees . Al unreken is my ro , Loverd Crist , whet shal y say ? Of myne deden fynde y non fro , ne nothyng that y thenke may .
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He that to ryztwysnes wylle enclyne , As holy wryzt says us wele and fyne , His sede schalle never go seche nor brede , Ne suffur of mon no shames dede . To forgyf thou shalle the hast , To venjaunce loke thou come on last ; Draw the to ...
He that to ryztwysnes wylle enclyne , As holy wryzt says us wele and fyne , His sede schalle never go seche nor brede , Ne suffur of mon no shames dede . To forgyf thou shalle the hast , To venjaunce loke thou come on last ; Draw the to ...
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... But helpe to staunche hom of malice , Then thou art frende to bothe i - wys . zif thou go with another at tho gate , And 3e be bothe of on astate , Be curtasye and let hym have the way , That is no vylanye , as men me say ; And he ...
... But helpe to staunche hom of malice , Then thou art frende to bothe i - wys . zif thou go with another at tho gate , And 3e be bothe of on astate , Be curtasye and let hym have the way , That is no vylanye , as men me say ; And he ...
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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?