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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... wold kill , and cary them away ' Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . 10 Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hondrith archares bold ; The wear ...
... wold kill , and cary them away ' Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . 10 Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hondrith archares bold ; The wear ...
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... wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Persè swear . 25 Tell me what ' men ye ar , he says , Or whos men that ye be : Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me ? 60 The first mane that ever him an answear mayd ...
... wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Persè swear . 25 Tell me what ' men ye ar , he says , Or whos men that ye be : Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me ? 60 The first mane that ever him an answear mayd ...
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... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , 60 For a better man of hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , 60 For a better man of hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
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... wold ever together ryde ; That race they may rue for aye . Over ' Ottercap ' hyll they came in , And so dowyn by Rodelyffecragge , 5 10 V. 2 , winn their beaye , Harl . MS . This is the North- umberland phrase to this day : by which ...
... wold ever together ryde ; That race they may rue for aye . Over ' Ottercap ' hyll they came in , And so dowyn by Rodelyffecragge , 5 10 V. 2 , winn their beaye , Harl . MS . This is the North- umberland phrase to this day : by which ...
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... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , That dyed for yow and me , Wende to my lorde my father agayne , And saye thou saw me not with yee : 40 My trowth ys plight to yonne Skottysh knyght , It nedes me not to layne ...
... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , That dyed for yow and me , Wende to my lorde my father agayne , And saye thou saw me not with yee : 40 My trowth ys plight to yonne Skottysh knyght , It nedes me not to layne ...
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Стр. 160 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
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,
Стр. 144 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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.