Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric King) Together with Some Few of Later Date ...J. Dodsley, 1765 |
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Side 32
... said to have been there murthered by the Jews in the reign of Henry III , The conclufion of this ballad appears to be wanting : what it probably contained may be feen in Chaucer . As for MIRRY- LAND TOWN , it is probably a corruption of ...
... said to have been there murthered by the Jews in the reign of Henry III , The conclufion of this ballad appears to be wanting : what it probably contained may be feen in Chaucer . As for MIRRY- LAND TOWN , it is probably a corruption of ...
Side 33
... Said , Will ye cum in and dine ? Į winnae cum in , I cannae cum in , Without my play - feres nine . Scho powd an apple reid and white To intice the zong thing in : Scho powd an apple white and reid , And that the fweit bairne did win ...
... Said , Will ye cum in and dine ? Į winnae cum in , I cannae cum in , Without my play - feres nine . Scho powd an apple reid and white To intice the zong thing in : Scho powd an apple white and reid , And that the fweit bairne did win ...
Side 143
... said , I have a letter written , Now let us wyfely werke , We wyl faye we have the kynges feales ; I holde the porter no clerke . Then Adam Bell bete on the gate With ftrokes great and ftrong : The porter herde fuche noyse therat , And ...
... said , I have a letter written , Now let us wyfely werke , We wyl faye we have the kynges feales ; I holde the porter no clerke . Then Adam Bell bete on the gate With ftrokes great and ftrong : The porter herde fuche noyse therat , And ...
Side 149
... said Adam Bell , I - wis it is no bote : The meate , that we muft fupp withall , It runneth yet fast on fote . Then went they downe into a launde , These noble archares thre ; Eche of them flew a hart of greece , The beft that they cold ...
... said Adam Bell , I - wis it is no bote : The meate , that we muft fupp withall , It runneth yet fast on fote . Then went they downe into a launde , These noble archares thre ; Eche of them flew a hart of greece , The beft that they cold ...
Side 151
... said our king , Anone that you tell me ? They fayd , Adam Bell , Clim of the Clough , And Wyllyam of Cloudeflè . Be ye those theves , then fayd our kyng , That men have tolde of to me ? Here to God I make an avowe , Ye fhal be hanged ...
... said our king , Anone that you tell me ? They fayd , Adam Bell , Clim of the Clough , And Wyllyam of Cloudeflè . Be ye those theves , then fayd our kyng , That men have tolde of to me ? Here to God I make an avowe , Ye fhal be hanged ...
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Adam Bell agayne Alyce ancient archar arrowes awaye ballad beſt caft Carleile Chrift Comedy copy daughter daye dear doth Earl Douglas Earl Percy English faft faid fair fame faſt fave fayd faye fayre feem fene fent fhall fhew fhould figh flaine flayne fome fong fonnes foon ftand ftanzas ftill fuch fwordes Garland greene willow hafte hand hart hath heart intitled juftice king KING LEIR knight lady ladye laft lord Lord Percy Minstrels mither moft moſt muft muſt myght never noble Northumberland obferved Patrick Spence Percy Perfè play poems poets praye prefent quoth Robin Hood Scotland Scots ſhall ſhe Theare thee thefe ther theſe theyr thofe thoſe thouſand unto whan whofe Whoſe willow wold wyfe wyll Wyllyam of Cloudeflè yemen zour
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Side 182 - 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 161 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Side 207 - 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 232 - They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Side 63 - Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme.
Side 149 - IN Venice towne not long agoe A cruel Jew did dwell, Which lived all on usurie, As Italian writers tell.
Side 231 - 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 174 - KING Leir once rule"d in this land With princely power and peace, And had all things, with hearts content, That might his joys increase. Amongst those things that nature gave, Three daughters fair had he, So princely seeming beautiful, As fairer could not be. So on a time it pleas'd the king A question thus to move, Which of his daughters to his grace Could shew the dearest love : " For to my age you bring content...
Side 201 - With that, there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never spake more words than these, " Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.
Side 211 - O goe to the court yet, good my lord, And take thy gallant men with thee : If any dare to doe you wrong, Then your warrant they may bee. Now nay, now nay, thou lady faire, The court is full of subtiltie ; And if I goe to the court, ladye, Never more I may thee see. Yet goe to the court, my lord...