Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Том 4 |
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Стр. 32
... brudes bryht with browes broune , or blisse heo beyen this briddes breme ; In rude were roo with hem roune , that he mihte henten ase him were heme ; Nys kyng , cayser , ne clerk with croune , this semly serven that me ne may seme .
... brudes bryht with browes broune , or blisse heo beyen this briddes breme ; In rude were roo with hem roune , that he mihte henten ase him were heme ; Nys kyng , cayser , ne clerk with croune , this semly serven that me ne may seme .
Стр. 45
Wymmen were the beste thing , That shup oure heze hevene kyng , 3ef feole false nere ; Heo beoth to rad upon huere red , To love ther me hem lastes bed , when heo shule fenge fere ; Lut in londe are to leve , Thah me hem trewe trouthe ...
Wymmen were the beste thing , That shup oure heze hevene kyng , 3ef feole false nere ; Heo beoth to rad upon huere red , To love ther me hem lastes bed , when heo shule fenge fere ; Lut in londe are to leve , Thah me hem trewe trouthe ...
Стр. 47
HEZE loverd , thou here my bone , That madest middel - ert ant mone , ant mon of murthes munne , Trusti kyng ant trewe in trone , That thou be with me sahte sone , asoyle me of sunne . Fol ich wes in folies fayn , In luthere lastes y am ...
HEZE loverd , thou here my bone , That madest middel - ert ant mone , ant mon of murthes munne , Trusti kyng ant trewe in trone , That thou be with me sahte sone , asoyle me of sunne . Fol ich wes in folies fayn , In luthere lastes y am ...
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... Wo is him that the shall lete ! Tharefore me shulden ofte the grete , With salte teres ant eze wepe . Suete Jhesu , kyng of londe , Thou make me fer understonde , That min herte mote fonde , Hou suete bueth thi LYRIC POETRY . 57.
... Wo is him that the shall lete ! Tharefore me shulden ofte the grete , With salte teres ant eze wepe . Suete Jhesu , kyng of londe , Thou make me fer understonde , That min herte mote fonde , Hou suete bueth thi LYRIC POETRY . 57.
Стр. 59
Suete Jhesu , hevene kyng , Feir ant best of alle thyng , Thou bring me of this longyng , Ant come to the at myn endyng . Suete Jhesu , al folkes reed , Graunte ous er we buen ded The under - fonge in fourme of bred , Ant seththe to ...
Suete Jhesu , hevene kyng , Feir ant best of alle thyng , Thou bring me of this longyng , Ant come to the at myn endyng . Suete Jhesu , al folkes reed , Graunte ous er we buen ded The under - fonge in fourme of bred , Ant seththe to ...
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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.