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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... Crist nul nowyht queme ! To queme Crist we weren y - core , ant kend ys craftes forte knowe ; Leve we nout we buen for - lore , in lustes thah we lyggen lowe ; We shule aryse ur fader byfore , thah fon us fallen umbe throwe , To borewen ...
... Crist nul nowyht queme ! To queme Crist we weren y - core , ant kend ys craftes forte knowe ; Leve we nout we buen for - lore , in lustes thah we lyggen lowe ; We shule aryse ur fader byfore , thah fon us fallen umbe throwe , To borewen ...
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... thouh miht of the mone , Trewe triacle y - told with tonges in trone , Such licoris mai leche from lyve to lone , Such sucre mon secheth that saveth men sone , Blithe y - blessed of Crist that bayeth me mi 26 SPECIMENS OF.
... thouh miht of the mone , Trewe triacle y - told with tonges in trone , Such licoris mai leche from lyve to lone , Such sucre mon secheth that saveth men sone , Blithe y - blessed of Crist that bayeth me mi 26 SPECIMENS OF.
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Percy Society. Blithe y - blessed of Crist that bayeth me mi bone , When derne dede is in dayne derne are done , Ase gromyl in grene grene is the grone , Ase quibibe ant comyn cud is in crone . Cud comyn in court , canel in cofre , With ...
Percy Society. Blithe y - blessed of Crist that bayeth me mi bone , When derne dede is in dayne derne are done , Ase gromyl in grene grene is the grone , Ase quibibe ant comyn cud is in crone . Cud comyn in court , canel in cofre , With ...
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... Crist hym seze , That myhte nyhtes neh hyre leze , hevene he hevede here . X. [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] In a fryht as y con fare fremede , y founde a wel feyr fenge to fere ; Heo glystnede ase gold when hit glemede , → nes ner gome so gladly ...
... Crist hym seze , That myhte nyhtes neh hyre leze , hevene he hevede here . X. [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] In a fryht as y con fare fremede , y founde a wel feyr fenge to fere ; Heo glystnede ase gold when hit glemede , → nes ner gome so gladly ...
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... releva en vie , E enfern brusa , com ly fort , E remena à soun deport sa douce compagnie . Marie , mere Jhesu Crist , Pur la joie que il vus fist , quant il en ciel mounta , E la char qe de vus prist , A la LYRIC POETRY . 55.
... releva en vie , E enfern brusa , com ly fort , E remena à soun deport sa douce compagnie . Marie , mere Jhesu Crist , Pur la joie que il vus fist , quant il en ciel mounta , E la char qe de vus prist , A la LYRIC POETRY . 55.
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Стр. 177 - 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. 82 - 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. 161 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Стр. 37 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Стр. 161 - THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Стр. 7 - 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? I frightened a little mouse Under her chair.
Стр. 25 - 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. 44 - 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. 100 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
Стр. vii - A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.