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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... sayd he wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . 10 Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hondrith archares bold ; The ...
... sayd he wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . 10 Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hondrith archares bold ; The ...
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... sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltless men , A - las ! it wear great pittè . But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I ...
... sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto the lord Persè : To kyll all thes giltless men , A - las ! it wear great pittè . But , Persè , thowe art a lord of lande , I ...
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... sayd the Doglas , And i ' feth I shall the brynge Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis Of Jamy our Scottish kynge . And youe wyll here any more athe hountyng Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre , athe Chyviat , Yet ys ther mor behynde ...
... sayd the Doglas , And i ' feth I shall the brynge Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis Of Jamy our Scottish kynge . And youe wyll here any more athe hountyng Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre , athe Chyviat , Yet ys ther mor behynde ...
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... sayd , Alas , and woe ys me ! At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a monnyn day : Such another captayn Skotland within , 145 Ther was the dougghtè Doglas slean , The Persè never went away . 170 Ther was never a tym on the march partes ...
... sayd , Alas , and woe ys me ! At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a monnyn day : Such another captayn Skotland within , 145 Ther was the dougghtè Doglas slean , The Persè never went away . 170 Ther was never a tym on the march partes ...
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... sayd , We have brente Northomberlond , We have all welth in holde . Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre , All the welth in the worlde have wee ; rede we ryde to Newe Castell , I Uppon the morowe , when it was daye , The standards ...
... sayd , We have brente Northomberlond , We have all welth in holde . Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre , All the welth in the worlde have wee ; rede we ryde to Newe Castell , I Uppon the morowe , when it was daye , The standards ...
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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.