Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy1880 |
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... faire , The kinge her father walked forthe To take the evenyng aire : And into the arboure as he went To rest his ... Faire Christabelle , from thee to parte , Farre lever had I dye . Faire Christabelle , that ladye bright , Was had ...
... faire , The kinge her father walked forthe To take the evenyng aire : And into the arboure as he went To rest his ... Faire Christabelle , from thee to parte , Farre lever had I dye . Faire Christabelle , that ladye bright , Was had ...
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... faire Emmelines page Come climbing up the hille . Nowe Christe thee save , thou little foot- page , Now Christe thee save and see ! Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye , And what may thy tydinges bee ? My lady shee is all woe - begone ...
... faire Emmelines page Come climbing up the hille . Nowe Christe thee save , thou little foot- page , Now Christe thee save and see ! Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye , And what may thy tydinges bee ? My lady shee is all woe - begone ...
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... faire palfràye : This ladder of ropes will lette thee downe , Ile carrye thee hence awaye . Nowe nay , nowe nay , thou gentle knight Nowe nay , this may not bee ; For aye shold I tint my maiden fame , If alone I should wend with thee ...
... faire palfràye : This ladder of ropes will lette thee downe , Ile carrye thee hence awaye . Nowe nay , nowe nay , thou gentle knight Nowe nay , this may not bee ; For aye shold I tint my maiden fame , If alone I should wend with thee ...
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... faire Emmeline wept , And did all tremblinge stand : At lengthe she sprang upon her knee , And held his lifted hand . Pardon , my lorde and father deare , This faire yong knyght and mee : Trust me , but for the carlish knyght , I never ...
... faire Emmeline wept , And did all tremblinge stand : At lengthe she sprang upon her knee , And held his lifted hand . Pardon , my lorde and father deare , This faire yong knyght and mee : Trust me , but for the carlish knyght , I never ...
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... faire daughter , and no more , The which he loved passing well . " Polon . Still on my daughter . Ham . Am not I i ' th ' right , old Jeptha ? Polon . If you call me Jeptha , my lord , I have a daughter , that I love passing well . Ham ...
... faire daughter , and no more , The which he loved passing well . " Polon . Still on my daughter . Ham . Am not I i ' th ' right , old Jeptha ? Polon . If you call me Jeptha , my lord , I have a daughter , that I love passing well . Ham ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient archar awaye ballad Bessee brave busk called castle Childe Waters copy court daughter daye dear death doth Douglas Earl Editor Editor's folio Edward England English Erle fair lady faire fast father fayre gallant Gawaine gold hand hart hast hath heart heire of Linne Henry honour John King Arthur knight kyng lady ladye land lord maid Mary Ambree Minstrels myght never noble Northumberland Percy Persè play poem poet praye prince printed queene quoth reign Robin romances ryde sayd sayes Scotland Shakespeare shee shold Sing sir Aldingar slaine slayne song sonnes sore stanzas sweet sword tell thee ther theyr thou art thou shalt true unto wife willow wold word wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen youth zour
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115 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. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
343 ページ - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
118 ページ - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never. " Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found, Since summer trees were leafy.
115 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.
109 ページ - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
346 ページ - You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite.
365 ページ - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge dares not venture Lest herself fast she lay ; If love come, he will enter And soon find out his way.
259 ページ - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
140 ページ - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself...
125 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.