Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other PiecesThomas Percy Porter & Coates, 1876 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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... saye , God thanke you . But in fyghtynge one with another there is no playe , nor sparynge . " Froissart's Cronycle ( as translated by Sir Johan Bour- chier Lord Berners ) , cap . cxlij . The following Ballad is ( in this present ...
... saye , God thanke you . But in fyghtynge one with another there is no playe , nor sparynge . " Froissart's Cronycle ( as translated by Sir Johan Bour- chier Lord Berners ) , cap . cxlij . The following Ballad is ( in this present ...
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... saye : Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke , And all hys oste that daye . 65 The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne , For soth withowghten naye , He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedyns - day : And there he pyght hys standerd ...
... saye : Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke , And all hys oste that daye . 65 The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne , For soth withowghten naye , He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne Uppon a Wedyns - day : And there he pyght hys standerd ...
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... saye : Jesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght Dyd helpe hym well that daye . But nyne thowzand , ther was no moo ; The cronykle wyll not layne : Forty thowsande Skottes and fowre That day fowght them agayne . But when the batell byganne to joyne ...
... saye : Jesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght Dyd helpe hym well that daye . But nyne thowzand , ther was no moo ; The cronykle wyll not layne : Forty thowsande Skottes and fowre That day fowght them agayne . But when the batell byganne to joyne ...
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... saye , 130 Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts 135 Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde , For soth and sertenlye , A gentell knyght , Sir John Fitz - hughe , Yt was the more petye . Syr James Harebotell ther ...
... saye , 130 Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts 135 Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde , For soth and sertenlye , A gentell knyght , Sir John Fitz - hughe , Yt was the more petye . Syr James Harebotell ther ...
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... saye ; Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man , But deerlye he lovde this may . Till on a daye it so beffell , Great dill to him was dight ; The maydens love removde his mynd , To care - bed went the knighte . One while he spred his armes ...
... saye ; Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man , But deerlye he lovde this may . Till on a daye it so beffell , Great dill to him was dight ; The maydens love removde his mynd , To care - bed went the knighte . One while he spred his armes ...
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Стр. 473 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
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Стр. 281 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Стр. 127 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Стр. 127 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Стр. 126 - Come live with me, and be my love. And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
Стр. 127 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield! There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Стр. 473 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; — And now I am come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.