Popular Ballads and Songs: From Tradition, Manuscripts and Scarce Editions; with Translations of Similar Pieces from the Ancient Danish Language, and a Few Originals by the Editor, Том 2A. Constable and Company, 1806 - Всего страниц: 409 |
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... tell als trewe a tale , Als ever was herde by nyghte or daye ; And the maste marvelle ffor owten naye , That ever was herde by fore or syne ; And ther for prestly I you pray , That ye will of youre talkyng blyne . It is an harde thyng ...
... tell als trewe a tale , Als ever was herde by nyghte or daye ; And the maste marvelle ffor owten naye , That ever was herde by fore or syne ; And ther for prestly I you pray , That ye will of youre talkyng blyne . It is an harde thyng ...
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... tell the incidents , as if they had really happened to himself : 66 St. 1 . “ As I me went this Andyr's day , Fast on my way making my mone , & c . " St. 3 . " Alle in a longyng as I lay , Underneth a cumly tre , Saw I wher a lady gay ...
... tell the incidents , as if they had really happened to himself : 66 St. 1 . “ As I me went this Andyr's day , Fast on my way making my mone , & c . " St. 3 . " Alle in a longyng as I lay , Underneth a cumly tre , Saw I wher a lady gay ...
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... tell , Thus was this lady fayre be gon . " Thomas lay , and saw that sight , Underneth a semely tre ; He seid , " yonde is Mary of myght , That bare the childe that died for me . " But I speke with that lady bright , I hope my heart ...
... tell , Thus was this lady fayre be gon . " Thomas lay , and saw that sight , Underneth a semely tre ; He seid , " yonde is Mary of myght , That bare the childe that died for me . " But I speke with that lady bright , I hope my heart ...
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... tell , Thou hast bene here seven zere and more ; Ffor here no longer may thu dwell , I shal tel the skyl wherfore . * MS . Cott . Lymours ; Fr. Limier , a mongrel dog . " To morow on of Hel , a fowle fende 24 O ******, and are honour ...
... tell , Thou hast bene here seven zere and more ; Ffor here no longer may thu dwell , I shal tel the skyl wherfore . * MS . Cott . Lymours ; Fr. Limier , a mongrel dog . " To morow on of Hel , a fowle fende 24 O ******, and are honour ...
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... Tell me zet of some farley . " Thomas , truly I the say , When [ that ] a tre rote is ded , The levys fal and dwyne away ; Frute hit berys noder white nor red . " So shalle this fallys blode befall , That shal be like this rotan tre ...
... Tell me zet of some farley . " Thomas , truly I the say , When [ that ] a tre rote is ded , The levys fal and dwyne away ; Frute hit berys noder white nor red . " So shalle this fallys blode befall , That shal be like this rotan tre ...
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