Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of a Later Date..Thomas Percy J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1767 - 400 sider |
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Side 41
... Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye : For if you wold comfort me with a kiffe , Then were I brought from bale to bliffe , 45 No lenger wold I lye . Sir knighte , my father is a kinge , I Sir AND BALLAD S .. 41.
... Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye : For if you wold comfort me with a kiffe , Then were I brought from bale to bliffe , 45 No lenger wold I lye . Sir knighte , my father is a kinge , I Sir AND BALLAD S .. 41.
Side 42
... fayre morninge ? For the Eldridge knighte , fo mickle of mighte , 65 Will examine you beforne : And never man bare life awaye , But he did him fcath and fcorne . That knighte he is a foul paynìm , And large of limb and bone ; And but if ...
... fayre morninge ? For the Eldridge knighte , fo mickle of mighte , 65 Will examine you beforne : And never man bare life awaye , But he did him fcath and fcorne . That knighte he is a foul paynìm , And large of limb and bone ; And but if ...
Side 43
... fayre kyrtèll : And foe fast he called on fyr Caulìne , O man , I rede thee flye , For but ' if cryance come till thy heart , I weene but thou mun dye . * This line is reftored from the folie MS . 90 He He fayth , ' No ' cryance comes ...
... fayre kyrtèll : And foe fast he called on fyr Caulìne , O man , I rede thee flye , For but ' if cryance come till thy heart , I weene but thou mun dye . * This line is reftored from the folie MS . 90 He He fayth , ' No ' cryance comes ...
Side 47
... fayre Lovde fyr Caulìne the knighte : From that daye forthe he only joyde Whan fhee was in his fight . Yea and oftentimes they mette Within a fayre arbòure , Where they in love and fweet daliaunce Pat manye a pleafaunt houre . 185 ** In ...
... fayre Lovde fyr Caulìne the knighte : From that daye forthe he only joyde Whan fhee was in his fight . Yea and oftentimes they mette Within a fayre arbòure , Where they in love and fweet daliaunce Pat manye a pleafaunt houre . 185 ** In ...
Side 50
... fayre ladye of love ; But never shee wolde them nee . When manye a daye was past and gone , Ne comforte the colde finde , The kynge proclaimed a tourneament , To cheere his daughters mind : And there came lords , and there came knights ...
... fayre ladye of love ; But never shee wolde them nee . When manye a daye was past and gone , Ne comforte the colde finde , The kynge proclaimed a tourneament , To cheere his daughters mind : And there came lords , and there came knights ...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads ..., Bind 2 Thomas Percy, Bp. Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads ..., Bind 1 Thomas Percy Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1767 |
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Side 238 - 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 219 - 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 318 - 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 219 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
Side 269 - 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 190 - Itt hath been alwayes true to the weare, But now it is not worth a groat; I have had it four and forty...
Side 78 - 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 lxxx - Certainly I must confess my own barbarousness; I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style...
Side 220 - 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. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Side 233 - For whereas twenty men were wont To wait with bended knee: She gave allowance but to ten, And after...