Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of the Earlier Poets, with Some of Later Date, Not Included in Any Other Ed. to which is Now Added a Supplement of Many Curious Historical and Narrative Ballads, Reprinted from Rare Copies with a Copious Glossary and NotesThomas Percy F. Bell, 1860 - 558 ページ |
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... doth in the rayne . Yelde the to me , sayd the Dowglas , Or els thow schalt be slayne : 90 In hys londe another daye . Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente , By Mary that mykel maye ; * The ancient Arms of Douglas are pretty accurately ...
... doth in the rayne . Yelde the to me , sayd the Dowglas , Or els thow schalt be slayne : 90 In hys londe another daye . Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente , By Mary that mykel maye ; * The ancient Arms of Douglas are pretty accurately ...
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... doth my lord ? O sicke , thou fayr ladyè . 1 Nowe ryse up wightlye , man for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; For it is told in my fathers halle , You dye for love of mee . Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye ...
... doth my lord ? O sicke , thou fayr ladyè . 1 Nowe ryse up wightlye , man for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; For it is told in my fathers halle , You dye for love of mee . Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye ...
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... Doth some faire lillye flowre . weepe And ever shee doth lament and To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline , thou little think'st on mee , But I will still be true . Many a kinge , and manye a duke , And lorde of high degree , Did sue to ...
... Doth some faire lillye flowre . weepe And ever shee doth lament and To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline , thou little think'st on mee , But I will still be true . Many a kinge , and manye a duke , And lorde of high degree , Did sue to ...
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... doth not beseeme a proud harpèr To stable him ' in a kyngs halle . My ladde he is so lither , he said , He will doe nought that's meete ; And is there any man in this hall Were able him to beate ? 200 205 Thou speakest proud words ...
... doth not beseeme a proud harpèr To stable him ' in a kyngs halle . My ladde he is so lither , he said , He will doe nought that's meete ; And is there any man in this hall Were able him to beate ? 200 205 Thou speakest proud words ...
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... doth meane . 35 His shoote it was but loosely shott , Yet flewe not the arrowe in vaine ; For itt mett one of the sherriffes men , Good William a Trent was slaine . It had bene better of William a Trent To have bene abed with sorrowe ...
... doth meane . 35 His shoote it was but loosely shott , Yet flewe not the arrowe in vaine ; For itt mett one of the sherriffes men , Good William a Trent was slaine . It had bene better of William a Trent To have bene abed with sorrowe ...
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493 ページ - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! — "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ! They'll have fleet steeds that follow !
493 ページ - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume...
409 ページ - TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
162 ページ - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
493 ページ - Twere better by far, To have malcli'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! " She is won ! we aie gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!
xx ページ - ... or else by blind harpers or such like taverne minstrels that give a fit of mirth for a groat, and their matters being for the most part stories of old time, as the tale of sir Topas, the reportes of Bevis of Southampton, Guy of Warwicke, Adam Bell, and Clymme of the Clough, and such other old romances or historicall rimes, made purposely for recreation of the common people at christmasse diners and brideales, and in tavernes and alehouses, and such other places of base resort.
51 ページ - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
146 ページ - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
128 ページ - Come live with me, and be my love. And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
286 ページ - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.