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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Стр. 28
... Bote he me wolle to hire take , Forte buen hire owen make , Longe to lyven ichulle forsake , ant feye fallen a - doun . An hendy hap , etc. Nihtes when y wende ant wake , for - thi myn wonges waxeth won ; Levedi , al for thine sake ...
... Bote he me wolle to hire take , Forte buen hire owen make , Longe to lyven ichulle forsake , ant feye fallen a - doun . An hendy hap , etc. Nihtes when y wende ant wake , for - thi myn wonges waxeth won ; Levedi , al for thine sake ...
Стр. 29
... bote of that y bad , My lyf is long on the . Levedy , of alle londe Les me out of bonde , broht icham in wo , Have resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ; my reste is with the ro : Thah men to me han onde ...
... bote of that y bad , My lyf is long on the . Levedy , of alle londe Les me out of bonde , broht icham in wo , Have resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ; my reste is with the ro : Thah men to me han onde ...
Стр. 46
... Bote he habbe is wille y - wroht , at stevenyng umbe stounde ; Ah feyre levedis be on - war , To late cometh the zeyn char , when love ou hath y - bounde . Wymmen bueth so feyr on hewe , Ne trowy none that nere trewe , zef trichour hem ...
... Bote he habbe is wille y - wroht , at stevenyng umbe stounde ; Ah feyre levedis be on - war , To late cometh the zeyn char , when love ou hath y - bounde . Wymmen bueth so feyr on hewe , Ne trowy none that nere trewe , zef trichour hem ...
Стр. 48
... bote is beste ; Thar er wes wilde ase the ro , Nou y swyke , y mei nout so , hit siweth me so faste . Faste y wes on horse heh , ant werede worly wede ; Nou is faren al my feh , With serewe that ich hit ever seh , a staf is nou my stede ...
... bote is beste ; Thar er wes wilde ase the ro , Nou y swyke , y mei nout so , hit siweth me so faste . Faste y wes on horse heh , ant werede worly wede ; Nou is faren al my feh , With serewe that ich hit ever seh , a staf is nou my stede ...
Стр. 49
... lad fol zore , Merci , loverd ! y nul namore , bowen ichulle to bete ; Syker hit siweth me ful sore , Gabbes les ant luthere lore , sunnes bueth un - sete . E Godes heste ne huld y noht , Bote ever azeyn LYRIC POETRY . 49.
... lad fol zore , Merci , loverd ! y nul namore , bowen ichulle to bete ; Syker hit siweth me ful sore , Gabbes les ant luthere lore , sunnes bueth un - sete . E Godes heste ne huld y noht , Bote ever azeyn LYRIC POETRY . 49.
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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.