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Стр. 38
A WAYLE whyt as whalles bon , A grein in golde that godly shon , A tortle that min herte is on , in tounes trewe ; Hire gladshipe nes never gon , whil y may glewe . When heo is glad , Of al this world namore y bad Then beo with hire ...
A WAYLE whyt as whalles bon , A grein in golde that godly shon , A tortle that min herte is on , in tounes trewe ; Hire gladshipe nes never gon , whil y may glewe . When heo is glad , Of al this world namore y bad Then beo with hire ...
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A wyf nis non so worly wroht , When heo ys blythe to bedde y - broht , Wel were him that wiste hire thoht , Wel that thryven ant thro , y wot heo nul me noht , myn herte is wo . Hou shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ...
A wyf nis non so worly wroht , When heo ys blythe to bedde y - broht , Wel were him that wiste hire thoht , Wel that thryven ant thro , y wot heo nul me noht , myn herte is wo . Hou shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ...
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Ich unne hire wel ant heo me wo ; Ycham hire frend ant heo my fo ; Me thuncheth min herte wol breke a two , for sorewe ant syke ! In Godes greting mote heo go , that wayle whyte . Ich wold ich were a threstelcok .
Ich unne hire wel ant heo me wo ; Ycham hire frend ant heo my fo ; Me thuncheth min herte wol breke a two , for sorewe ant syke ! In Godes greting mote heo go , that wayle whyte . Ich wold ich were a threstelcok .
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... That feyre founden me mete ant cloht , Hue wrieth a - wey as hue were wroht , such is evel ant elde . Evel ant elde , ant other wo , foleweth me so faste , Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God 48 SPECIMENS OF.
... That feyre founden me mete ant cloht , Hue wrieth a - wey as hue were wroht , such is evel ant elde . Evel ant elde , ant other wo , foleweth me so faste , Me thunketh myn herte breketh a tuo ; Suete God 48 SPECIMENS OF.
Стр. 49
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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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.
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| Название | Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Том 4 Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Percy Society |
| Автор | Percy Society |
| Издатель | Percy Society, 1841 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Гарвардский университет |
| Оцифровано | 3 авг 2007 |
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