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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... say par noun ; Quant diensist femme compaigne à honme , molt lur dona bel doun . Ou femmes est honour enjoynt , de bountés sunt racyne ; Pur chescun mal qu'en honme poynt , femme porte medicine . Quant eles ount le mal enoynt ...
... say par noun ; Quant diensist femme compaigne à honme , molt lur dona bel doun . Ou femmes est honour enjoynt , de bountés sunt racyne ; Pur chescun mal qu'en honme poynt , femme porte medicine . Quant eles ount le mal enoynt ...
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... says , lemmon , as y wene , Ant zef hit thi wille be , thou loke that hit be sene , So muchel y thenke upon the , that al y waxe grene . Bituene Lyncolne ant Lyndeseye , Norhamptoun ant Lounde , Ne wot y non so fayr a may as y go fore y ...
... says , lemmon , as y wene , Ant zef hit thi wille be , thou loke that hit be sene , So muchel y thenke upon the , that al y waxe grene . Bituene Lyncolne ant Lyndeseye , Norhamptoun ant Lounde , Ne wot y non so fayr a may as y go fore y ...
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... thou be mi bote , so boun icham to make my pees . Al unreken is my ro , Loverd Crist , whet shal y say ? Of myne deden fynde y non fro , ne nothyng that y thenke may . Unwrth icham to come the to , y serve the 100 SPECIMENS OF.
... thou be mi bote , so boun icham to make my pees . Al unreken is my ro , Loverd Crist , whet shal y say ? Of myne deden fynde y non fro , ne nothyng that y thenke may . Unwrth icham to come the to , y serve the 100 SPECIMENS OF.
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... says us wele and fyne , His sede schalle never go seche nor brede , Ne suffur of mon no shames dede . To forgyf thou shalle the hast , To venjaunce loke thou come on last ; Draw the to pese with alle thy strengthe . ffro stryf and bate ...
... says us wele and fyne , His sede schalle never go seche nor brede , Ne suffur of mon no shames dede . To forgyf thou shalle the hast , To venjaunce loke thou come on last ; Draw the to pese with alle thy strengthe . ffro stryf and bate ...
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... say ; And he be comen of gret kynraden , Go no before thawgh thou be beden ; And yf that he thy maystur be , Go not before , for curtasé , 275 280 Nother in fylde , wode , nother launde , Ne THE BOKE OF CURTASYE . 11.
... say ; And he be comen of gret kynraden , Go no before thawgh thou be beden ; And yf that he thy maystur be , Go not before , for curtasé , 275 280 Nother in fylde , wode , nother launde , Ne THE BOKE OF CURTASYE . 11.
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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?