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84 ページ - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree; An arrow of a cloth-yard long To the hard head haled he. Against Sir Hugh Montgomery So right the shaft he set, The gray goose wing that was thereon In his heart's blood was wet. This fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun; For when they rung the evening-bell The battle scarce was done.
212 ページ - With enemies day or night, I would withstand, with bow in hand, -. To grieve them as I might, /And you to save ; as women have / From death men many one ; For, in my mind, of all mankind I love but you alone.
79 ページ - By whom this is denied." Then stepped a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, "I would not have it told To Henry, our king, for shame, "That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on. You...
307 ページ - O these are hard questions for my shallow witt, Nor I cannot answer your grace as yet : But if you will give me but three weekes space, He do my endeavour to answer your grace."
211 ページ - I think not nay but as ye say; It is no maiden's lore; But love may make me for your sake, As...
308 ページ - I must give : That I have but three days more to live; For if I do not answer him questions three, My head will be smitten from my bodie.
97 ページ - The dougheti Dogglas on a stede He rode att his men beforne ; His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede ; A bolder barne was never born.
85 ページ - Rabby there was slain, Whose prowess did surmount. For Witherington needs must I wail, As one in doleful dumps ; For when his legs were smitten off, He fought upon his stumps.
78 ページ - And take your bows with speed: " And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.