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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... thou thi self sys . That syht upon that semly , to blis he is broht , He is solsecle , to sanne ys for - soht . He is papejai in pyn that beteth me my bale , To trewe tortle in a tour , y telle the mi tale , He is thrustle thryven in ...
... thou thi self sys . That syht upon that semly , to blis he is broht , He is solsecle , to sanne ys for - soht . He is papejai in pyn that beteth me my bale , To trewe tortle in a tour , y telle the mi tale , He is thrustle thryven in ...
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... thou rewe me , To routhe thou havest me rad ; Be bote of that y bad , My lyf is long on the . Levedy , of alle londe Les me out of bonde , broht icham in wo , Have resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ...
... thou rewe me , To routhe thou havest me rad ; Be bote of that y bad , My lyf is long on the . Levedy , of alle londe Les me out of bonde , broht icham in wo , Have resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ...
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... Thou rew ant red me ryht , To dethe thou havest me diht , y deze longe er my day ; thou leve upon mi lay . Treuthe ichave the plyht , To don that ich have hyht , whil mi lif leste may . Lylie - whyt hue is , Hire rode so rose on rys ...
... Thou rew ant red me ryht , To dethe thou havest me diht , y deze longe er my day ; thou leve upon mi lay . Treuthe ichave the plyht , To don that ich have hyht , whil mi lif leste may . Lylie - whyt hue is , Hire rode so rose on rys ...
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... thou hast myht , on molde y holde the murgest mon , Cunde comely ase a knyht , clerk y - cud that craftes son , In uch an hyrd thyn athel ys hyht , ant uch an athel thin hap is on . Hap that hathel hath hent , with hende let in halle ...
... thou hast myht , on molde y holde the murgest mon , Cunde comely ase a knyht , clerk y - cud that craftes son , In uch an hyrd thyn athel ys hyht , ant uch an athel thin hap is on . Hap that hathel hath hent , with hende let in halle ...
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... gladly on gere . Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede , this burde bryht , zef hire wil were ; Heo me bed go my gates , lest hire gremede , ne kepte heo non henyng here . " Y - here thou me nou , hendest in 36 SPECIMENS OF.
... gladly on gere . Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede , this burde bryht , zef hire wil were ; Heo me bed go my gates , lest hire gremede , ne kepte heo non henyng here . " Y - here thou me nou , hendest in 36 SPECIMENS OF.
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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?