Malpas; or, Le poursuivant d'amour, by the author of 'The cavalier'.

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Side 154 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O yes, it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys...
Side 333 - Of hot pursuit - the broken cry of deer Mangled by throttling dogs, the shouts of men, And hoofs thick beating on the hollow hill.
Side 221 - While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine, Rich canary, with sherry and tent superfine. Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl, Till at last he began for to tumble and roul From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore, Being seven times drunker than ever before.
Side 158 - Rise up, rise up, Xarifa, lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town. From gay guitar and violin the silver notes are flowing, And the lovely lute doth speak between the trumpet's lordly blowing, And banners bright from lattice light are waving everywhere, And the tall, tall plume of our cousin's bridegroom floats proudly in the air...
Side 178 - In the year 1316, Edward the Second did solemnize his feast of Pentecost at Westminster, in the great hall : where sitting royally at the table with his peers about him, there entered a woman adorned like a Minstrel, sitting on a great horse trapped, as Minstrels then used ; who rode round about the tables shewing pastime ; and at length came up to the King's table, and laid before him a letter, and forthwith turning her horse saluted every one and departed.
Side 180 - SOMPNOUR was ther with us in that place, That hadde a fire-red cherubinnes face, For sausefleme he was, with eyen narwe. As hote he was, and likerous as a sparwe, With scalled browes blake, and pilled berd : Of his visage children were sore aferd.
Side 3 - Church,' in black-letter folio." — PERCY. This ballad was licensed to James on the 30th of May, 1581. OUT alas ! what a griefe is this, That princes subjects cannot be true, But still the devill hath some of his, Will play their parts whatsoever ensue ; Forgetting what a grievous thing • It is to offend the anointed king! Alas for woe, why should it be so ? This makes a sorrowful heigh ho. In Scotland is a bonnie kinge...
Side 44 - JOHN held his high festival in the Castle of Ashby. This was not the same building of which the stately ruins still interest the traveller, and which was erected at a later period by the Lord Hastings...
Side 136 - Knight ! Come, lay thy armour by ; And, for the good tidings thou dost bring, We'll feast us merrily : For all in my castle shall rejoice, That we've won the victory ; And the mass shall be sung, and the bells shall be rung, And...
Side 113 - Yet stay, fair lady, turn again, And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of gray Thy own true-love appears. " Here forced by grief, and hopeless love, These holy weeds I sought ; And here amid these lonely walls To end my days I thought. " But haply, for my year of grace Is not yet passed away; Might I still hope to win thy love, No longer would I stay.

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