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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Wyves wille were ded wo , zef he is wicked forte welde , That burst shal bete for hem bo , he shal him burewen thah he hire bel By body ant soule y sugge al so , that some beoth founden under felde , That hath to fere is meste fo ...
Wyves wille were ded wo , zef he is wicked forte welde , That burst shal bete for hem bo , he shal him burewen thah he hire bel By body ant soule y sugge al so , that some beoth founden under felde , That hath to fere is meste fo ...
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Wel Hou shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ? Heo me wol to dethe 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 ...
Wel Hou shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ? Heo me wol to dethe 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 ...
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... domes forte deme ; Wormes woweth under cloude , Wymmen waxeth wounder proude , so wel hit wol hem seme . zef me shal wonte wille of on , This wunne weole y wole for - gon , ant wyht in wode be fleme . XIV . [ Fol . 71 , vo . ] ...
... domes forte deme ; Wormes woweth under cloude , Wymmen waxeth wounder proude , so wel hit wol hem seme . zef me shal wonte wille of on , This wunne weole y wole for - gon , ant wyht in wode be fleme . XIV . [ Fol . 71 , vo . ] ...
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Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God , whi shal hit swo ? hou mai hit lengore laste ? Whil mi lif wes luther ant lees , Glotonie mi glemon wes , with me he wonede a while ; Prude wes my plowe fere , Lecherie my lavendere ...
Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God , whi shal hit swo ? hou mai hit lengore laste ? Whil mi lif wes luther ant lees , Glotonie mi glemon wes , with me he wonede a while ; Prude wes my plowe fere , Lecherie my lavendere ...
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Godes heste ne huld y noht , Bote ever azeyn is wille y mon lereth me to lete : wroht ; Such serewe hath myn sides thurh - soht , y weolewe a - way to noht , That al when y shal murthes mete . To mete murthes ich wes wel fous ...
Godes heste ne huld y noht , Bote ever azeyn is wille y mon lereth me to lete : wroht ; Such serewe hath myn sides thurh - soht , y weolewe a - way to noht , That al when y shal murthes mete . To mete murthes ich wes wel fous ...
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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?
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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 |