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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Mid shupping ne mey hit me ashunche , nes y never wycche ne wyle ; Ych am a maide , that me of thunche , luef me were gome boute gyle . " XI . [ Fol . 67 , ro . ] A WAYLE Whyt as whalles bon , A grein in golde that godly shon , A tortle ...
Mid shupping ne mey hit me ashunche , nes y never wycche ne wyle ; Ych am a maide , that me of thunche , luef me were gome boute gyle . " XI . [ Fol . 67 , ro . ] A WAYLE Whyt as whalles bon , A grein in golde that godly shon , A tortle ...
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Ichot a burde in boure bryht , That fully semly is on syht , Menskful maiden of myht , feir ant fre to fonde ; In al this wurhliche won , A burde of blod ant of bon Never zete y nuste non lussomore in londe . Blou , etc.
Ichot a burde in boure bryht , That fully semly is on syht , Menskful maiden of myht , feir ant fre to fonde ; In al this wurhliche won , A burde of blod ant of bon Never zete y nuste non lussomore in londe . Blou , etc.
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A lussum ledy lasteles That sweting is ant ever wes ; A betere burde never nes y - heryed with the heste . Heo is dereworthe in day , Graciouse , stout , ant gay , Gentil , jolyf so the jay , worhliche when heo waketh ; Maiden murgest ...
A lussum ledy lasteles That sweting is ant ever wes ; A betere burde never nes y - heryed with the heste . Heo is dereworthe in day , Graciouse , stout , ant gay , Gentil , jolyf so the jay , worhliche when heo waketh ; Maiden murgest ...
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Sone , y wil with the founden , Y deye y - wis for thine wounden , 99 so soreweful ded nes never non . ' When he ros , tho fel hire sorewe , Hire blisse sprong the thridde morewe , blythe moder were thou tho .
Sone , y wil with the founden , Y deye y - wis for thine wounden , 99 so soreweful ded nes never non . ' When he ros , tho fel hire sorewe , Hire blisse sprong the thridde morewe , blythe moder were thou tho .
Стр. 83
Blessed be thou , ful of blysse , Let us never hevene misse , thourh thi suete sones myht ! Loverd , for that ilke blod , That thou sheddest on the rod , thou bring us in to hevene lyht AMEN . XXVIII . [ Fol . 79 , vo . ] ...
Blessed be thou , ful of blysse , Let us never hevene misse , thourh thi suete sones myht ! Loverd , for that ilke blod , That thou sheddest on the rod , thou bring us in to hevene lyht AMEN . XXVIII . [ Fol . 79 , vo . ] ...
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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.
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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.
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| Название | 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 Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages (Том 4), Percy Society |
| Автор | Percy Society |
| Издатель | Percy Society, 1841 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Гарвардский университет |
| Оцифровано | 6 ноя 2007 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |