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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... With alisaundre thare - to , ache ant anys , Coynte ase columbine , such hire cunde ys , Glad under gore in gro ant in grys , He is blosme opon bleo brihtest under bis , With celydoyne ant sauge , ase thou thi self sys .
... With alisaundre thare - to , ache ant anys , Coynte ase columbine , such hire cunde ys , Glad under gore in gro ant in grys , He is blosme opon bleo brihtest under bis , With celydoyne ant sauge , ase thou thi self sys .
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WITH longyng y am lad , On molde y waxe mad , a maide marreth me ; Y grede , y grone , un - glad , For selden y am sad that semly forte se ; levedi , thou rewe me , To routhe thou havest me rad ; Be bote of that y bad , My lyf is long ...
WITH longyng y am lad , On molde y waxe mad , a maide marreth me ; Y grede , y grone , un - glad , For selden y am sad that semly forte se ; levedi , thou rewe me , To routhe thou havest me rad ; Be bote of that y bad , My lyf is long ...
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Levedi , with al my miht My love is on the liht , to menske when y may ; Thou rew ant red me ryht , To dethe thou havest me diht , y deze longe er my day ; thou leve upon mi lay . Treuthe ichave the plyht , To don that ich have hyht ...
Levedi , with al my miht My love is on the liht , to menske when y may ; Thou rew ant red me ryht , To dethe thou havest me diht , y deze longe er my day ; thou leve upon mi lay . Treuthe ichave the plyht , To don that ich have hyht ...
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Richard , rote of resoun ryht , rykening of rym ant ron , Of maidnes meke thou hast myht , on molde y holde the murgest mon , Cunde comely ase a knyht , clerk y - cud that craftes 3on , In uch an hyrd thyn athel ys hyht , ant uch an ...
Richard , rote of resoun ryht , rykening of rym ant ron , Of maidnes meke thou hast myht , on molde y holde the murgest mon , Cunde comely ase a knyht , clerk y - cud that craftes 3on , In uch an hyrd thyn athel ys hyht , ant uch an ...
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Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede , this burde bryht , zef hire wil were ; Heo me bed go my gates , lest hire gremede , ne kepte heo non henyng here . " Y - here thou me nou , hendest in 36 SPECIMENS OF.
Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede , this burde bryht , zef hire wil were ; Heo me bed go my gates , lest hire gremede , ne kepte heo non henyng here . " Y - here thou me nou , hendest in 36 SPECIMENS OF.
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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...
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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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