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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... joie siet là à mount , Que si ly plest lur veile myre les anguisses que pur nus ount , molt sovent ; Dieu sauve l'onour de femmes , e quant qe à eux apent ! Amen devoms trestous dire , benet seit le tresdouz mort Que pur nus soffrir ...
... joie siet là à mount , Que si ly plest lur veile myre les anguisses que pur nus ount , molt sovent ; Dieu sauve l'onour de femmes , e quant qe à eux apent ! Amen devoms trestous dire , benet seit le tresdouz mort Que pur nus soffrir ...
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... joie de ciel nus ad graunté , meismes de sa voys . II . [ Fol . 55 , ro . ] QUANT Voy la revenue d'yver , qe si me argue qe ly temps se remue , lors aym buche fendue , charboun clykant , tysoun flambaunt , feu de souche meis ne de joie ...
... joie de ciel nus ad graunté , meismes de sa voys . II . [ Fol . 55 , ro . ] QUANT Voy la revenue d'yver , qe si me argue qe ly temps se remue , lors aym buche fendue , charboun clykant , tysoun flambaunt , feu de souche meis ne de joie ...
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... joie e le doucour , Que vus aviez icel jour quant le angle dit , " Marie , Virgine seiez sauntz nul retour , Si come te envoit ton creatour , mar serrez esbaye . " Pur la joie , uncore vus pri , Qe aviez quant il nasqui e virgine ...
... joie e le doucour , Que vus aviez icel jour quant le angle dit , " Marie , Virgine seiez sauntz nul retour , Si come te envoit ton creatour , mar serrez esbaye . " Pur la joie , uncore vus pri , Qe aviez quant il nasqui e virgine ...
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... joie , mere Marie , Qu'il vus fist en ceste vie , file Joachyn ; Ore estes en sa compagnie , Des aungles haltement servye , e serrez sauntz fyn . Pur celes joies qe je vus chaunt , De moi qe su repentant , gloriouse mere , Eyez merci ...
... joie , mere Marie , Qu'il vus fist en ceste vie , file Joachyn ; Ore estes en sa compagnie , Des aungles haltement servye , e serrez sauntz fyn . Pur celes joies qe je vus chaunt , De moi qe su repentant , gloriouse mere , Eyez merci ...
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... . ] WYNTER Wakeneth al my care , Nou this leves waxeth bare , Ofte y sike ant mourne sare , When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie , hou hit goth al to noht . Now hit is , ant now hit nys , Also 60 SPECIMENS OF.
... . ] WYNTER Wakeneth al my care , Nou this leves waxeth bare , Ofte y sike ant mourne sare , When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie , hou hit goth al to noht . Now hit is , ant now hit nys , Also 60 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?