Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the First |
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... To speke with lorde , lady , squyer , or grome , Ther to the nedys to take the tome ; ffor yf he be of logh degré , Than hym falles to come to the ; Yf he be gentylmon of kynne , The porter wille lede the to hym .
... To speke with lorde , lady , squyer , or grome , Ther to the nedys to take the tome ; ffor yf he be of logh degré , Than hym falles to come to the ; Yf he be gentylmon of kynne , The porter wille lede the to hym .
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The spicery and store with hym shalle dwelle , And mony thynges als , as I nozt telle ; ffor clethyng of officers alle in fere , Save the lorde hymself and ladys dere . DE CANCELLARIO . THE Chaunceler answeres for hor clothyng ...
The spicery and store with hym shalle dwelle , And mony thynges als , as I nozt telle ; ffor clethyng of officers alle in fere , Save the lorde hymself and ladys dere . DE CANCELLARIO . THE Chaunceler answeres for hor clothyng ...
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Som at two - pons on a day , And som at iij . ob . , I 30u say ; Mony of hem fotemen ther ben , That rennen by the brydels of ladys schene . DE PISTORE . Of tho baker now speke y wylle , And wat longes his office untylle ; Of a Lunden ...
Som at two - pons on a day , And som at iij . ob . , I 30u say ; Mony of hem fotemen ther ben , That rennen by the brydels of ladys schene . DE PISTORE . Of tho baker now speke y wylle , And wat longes his office untylle ; Of a Lunden ...
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When the ussher comys to the borde ende , Tho narow towelle he strecches unkende ; Before tho lorde and the lady so dere , Dowbelle he playes tho towelle pere ; Whenne thay have wasshen and grace is sayde , Away he takes at a brayde ...
When the ussher comys to the borde ende , Tho narow towelle he strecches unkende ; Before tho lorde and the lady so dere , Dowbelle he playes tho towelle pere ; Whenne thay have wasshen and grace is sayde , Away he takes at a brayde ...
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Then commys in the secunde kowrs with mykylle pryde , The crannus , the heyrrouns , the bytteris , by ther syde , The pertrychys and the plowers , the wodcokus and the snyt , with hay . Larkys in hot schow , ladys for to pyk , B 2 ...
Then commys in the secunde kowrs with mykylle pryde , The crannus , the heyrrouns , the bytteris , by ther syde , The pertrychys and the plowers , the wodcokus and the snyt , with hay . Larkys in hot schow , ladys for to pyk , B 2 ...
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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.
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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.
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