Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the FirstPercy Society, 1841 |
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... Mary moder , cum and se , Thi sone is naylyd on a tre , Hand and fot he may not ge , His body is woundyn al in woo . Thi swete sone , that thou hast born , To save mankynde that was for - lorn , His hed is wrethin in a thorn , His ...
... Mary moder , cum and se , Thi sone is naylyd on a tre , Hand and fot he may not ge , His body is woundyn al in woo . Thi swete sone , that thou hast born , To save mankynde that was for - lorn , His hed is wrethin in a thorn , His ...
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... per , Lord , god , kyng , and emperour . In this tyme it is be - falle , He that deyid for us alle , Born he was in assis stalle , Of Mary , that swete flour . In this tyme kemyn thre kynges , He kemyn fro CHRISTMAS CAROLS . 11.
... per , Lord , god , kyng , and emperour . In this tyme it is be - falle , He that deyid for us alle , Born he was in assis stalle , Of Mary , that swete flour . In this tyme kemyn thre kynges , He kemyn fro CHRISTMAS CAROLS . 11.
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... he blew his horn . On Good Fryday was don on rode , The Jewes spyltyn his herte blode , Mary , his moder , be hym stode ; зе ben our help and our socour . On Esterne Day he gan up ryse , To techyn 12 CHRISTMAS CAROLS .
... he blew his horn . On Good Fryday was don on rode , The Jewes spyltyn his herte blode , Mary , his moder , be hym stode ; зе ben our help and our socour . On Esterne Day he gan up ryse , To techyn 12 CHRISTMAS CAROLS .
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... so wod , Til the drydful domys - day . Quan the chyld of meche myzt Wold be born of Mary bryzt , A tokene he sente to kyng and knyzt , A sterre that schon bothe ny3t and day . The sterre scon as bryst as fer , Over al 14 CHRISTMAS CAROLS .
... so wod , Til the drydful domys - day . Quan the chyld of meche myzt Wold be born of Mary bryzt , A tokene he sente to kyng and knyzt , A sterre that schon bothe ny3t and day . The sterre scon as bryst as fer , Over al 14 CHRISTMAS CAROLS .
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... Mary , ful of grace , Hevene and erthe in every place , With - ine the tyme of lytyl space , Reconsiled it xuld be . " Mary stod stylle as ony ston , And to the aungyl che seyde a - non , " Than herd I nevere of manys mon , Me thinkit ...
... Mary , ful of grace , Hevene and erthe in every place , With - ine the tyme of lytyl space , Reconsiled it xuld be . " Mary stod stylle as ony ston , And to the aungyl che seyde a - non , " Than herd I nevere of manys mon , Me thinkit ...
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Стр. 179 - 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. 84 - 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. 132 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Стр. 27 - 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. 63 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Стр. 5 - Then came the Holy One, blessed be He ! And killed the Angel of Death, That killed the butcher, That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid That my father bought For two pieces of money: A kid, a kid.
Стр. 95 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Стр. 46 - 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. 64 - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
Стр. 9 - 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?