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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... bryng , longe er my day . Gret hire wel , that swete thyng , with ezenen gray . Hyre heze haveth wounded me y wisse ; Hire bende browen that bringeth blisse . Hire comely mouth that mihte cusse , in muche murthe he were ; Y wolde ...
... bryng , longe er my day . Gret hire wel , that swete thyng , with ezenen gray . Hyre heze haveth wounded me y wisse ; Hire bende browen that bringeth blisse . Hire comely mouth that mihte cusse , in muche murthe he were ; Y wolde ...
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... Bryng this body that is so bare , ant yn bale y - bounde ? Careful mon , y - cast in care , Y falewe as flour y - let forth - fare , ychabbe myn dethes wounde . Murthes helpeth me no more ; Help me , Lord , er then ich hore , ant stunt ...
... Bryng this body that is so bare , ant yn bale y - bounde ? Careful mon , y - cast in care , Y falewe as flour y - let forth - fare , ychabbe myn dethes wounde . Murthes helpeth me no more ; Help me , Lord , er then ich hore , ant stunt ...
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... bryng ; To have thi love is my zyrnyng . Jhesu , mi lif of milde mod , Mi soule hath gret neode of thi god , Tak hire trenfole ant tholemod , Ant ful hire of thi love blod Jesu , my soule bidde y the , Everemore wel 72 SPECIMENS OF.
... bryng ; To have thi love is my zyrnyng . Jhesu , mi lif of milde mod , Mi soule hath gret neode of thi god , Tak hire trenfole ant tholemod , Ant ful hire of thi love blod Jesu , my soule bidde y the , Everemore wel 72 SPECIMENS OF.
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... bryng , Thou art suetest of alle thyng . Jesu , that deore bostest me , Make me worthi come to the , Alle mi sunnes for - zef thou me , That ich with blisse the mowe se . Jesu , so feir , Jhesu , so briht , That I biseche with al my ...
... bryng , Thou art suetest of alle thyng . Jesu , that deore bostest me , Make me worthi come to the , Alle mi sunnes for - zef thou me , That ich with blisse the mowe se . Jesu , so feir , Jhesu , so briht , That I biseche with al my ...
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... bryng ! AMEN . XXVI . [ Fol . 78 , vo ] . Une petite parole , seigneurs , escotez , De ce que je vus counterai ne me blamerez ; Mès moltz des biens apre [ n ] dre , Si vus volez entendre , Trestous vous poez . Adam fust premerement Le ...
... bryng ! AMEN . XXVI . [ Fol . 78 , vo ] . Une petite parole , seigneurs , escotez , De ce que je vus counterai ne me blamerez ; Mès moltz des biens apre [ n ] dre , Si vus volez entendre , Trestous vous poez . Adam fust premerement Le ...
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Стр. 179 - 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.
Стр. 84 - 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!
Стр. 132 - 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?
Стр. 27 - 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.
Стр. 63 - 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...
Стр. 5 - 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.
Стр. 95 - 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?
Стр. 46 - 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?
Стр. 64 - 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.
Стр. 9 - 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?