Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets; Together with Some Few of Later Date, Bind 1F.C. and J. Rivington, 1812 |
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... doth in the rayne . Yelde the to me , sayd the Dowglàs , Or ells thow schalt be slayne : For I see , by thy bryght bassonet , Thow arte sum man of myght ; 85 90 And so I do by thy burnysshed brande , Thow art an yerle , or ells a knyght ...
... doth in the rayne . Yelde the to me , sayd the Dowglàs , Or ells thow schalt be slayne : For I see , by thy bryght bassonet , Thow arte sum man of myght ; 85 90 And so I do by thy burnysshed brande , Thow art an yerle , or ells a knyght ...
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... I were him to tine . 25 25 30 Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes , .q Her maydens followyng nye : O well , she sayth , how doth my lord ? O sicke , thou fayr ladyè , 35 Nowe Nowe ryse up wightlye , man , for shame , 44 SIR CAULINE .
... I were him to tine . 25 25 30 Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes , .q Her maydens followyng nye : O well , she sayth , how doth my lord ? O sicke , thou fayr ladyè , 35 Nowe Nowe ryse up wightlye , man , for shame , 44 SIR CAULINE .
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... Doth some faire lillye flowre . 40 And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline , thou little think'st on mee , But I will still be true . Manye Manye a kinge , and manye a duke , And SIR CAULINE . 53.
... Doth some faire lillye flowre . 40 And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline , thou little think'st on mee , But I will still be true . Manye Manye a kinge , and manye a duke , And SIR CAULINE . 53.
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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 205 Were able him to beate ? Thou speakst proud words , sayes ...
... 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 205 Were able him to beate ? Thou speakst proud words , sayes ...
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... doth meane . Ah ! John , by me thou settest noe store , And that I farley finde : How offt send I my men beffore , And tarry my selfe behinde ? It is no cunning a knave to ken , And a man but heare him speake ; And itt were not for ...
... doth meane . Ah ! John , by me thou settest noe store , And that I farley finde : How offt send I my men beffore , And tarry my selfe behinde ? It is no cunning a knave to ken , And a man but heare him speake ; And itt were not for ...
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Side cxvi - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Side 239 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Side 341 - 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.
Side 277 - 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." Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold.
Side 240 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Side 313 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Side 350 - O SOLITUDE, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread, Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb, Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide, Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep, Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble waste survey ; You, recluse, again I woo, And again your steps pursue.
Side 290 - 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...
Side 258 - 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.
Side 289 - 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.