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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Стр. 6
... femme descendist , Jhesu le tot pussaunt . L'amour du mound en femme habite , en un lu molt aimable ; Yl n'ad pas choysy lu petite , mès large , grant , e delitable . Yl ne trovera que ly desheryte , là puet il meyndre tot dis estable ...
... femme descendist , Jhesu le tot pussaunt . L'amour du mound en femme habite , en un lu molt aimable ; Yl n'ad pas choysy lu petite , mès large , grant , e delitable . Yl ne trovera que ly desheryte , là puet il meyndre tot dis estable ...
Стр. 7
... femme compaigne à honme , molt lur dona bel doun . Ou femmes est honour enjoynt , de bountés sunt racyne ; Pur chescun mal qu'en honme poynt , femme porte medicine . Quant eles ount le mal enoynt , languisse va e tost fyne ; L'amour de ...
... femme compaigne à honme , molt lur dona bel doun . Ou femmes est honour enjoynt , de bountés sunt racyne ; Pur chescun mal qu'en honme poynt , femme porte medicine . Quant eles ount le mal enoynt , languisse va e tost fyne ; L'amour de ...
Стр. 8
... femme la douce aleyne . Qui porreit donque nuit e jour aver une en son demeyne , Mout purreit vivre à grant honour , e en joie sauntz nulle peyne u mounde ; Nul ne savera deviser la joie que de femme habounde . Si tous l'espieces en ...
... femme la douce aleyne . Qui porreit donque nuit e jour aver une en son demeyne , Mout purreit vivre à grant honour , e en joie sauntz nulle peyne u mounde ; Nul ne savera deviser la joie que de femme habounde . Si tous l'espieces en ...
Стр. 9
... de haut parage , meinz s'en orguile en tote guyse . Chescun qu'est de bon estage femmes honourt par soun devyse tot dis ; Honour en bone femme ne puet estre mesassis . Xpc le fitz Marie , le tresnoble enfaunt , Defent LYRIC POETRY . 9.
... de haut parage , meinz s'en orguile en tote guyse . Chescun qu'est de bon estage femmes honourt par soun devyse tot dis ; Honour en bone femme ne puet estre mesassis . Xpc le fitz Marie , le tresnoble enfaunt , Defent LYRIC POETRY . 9.
Стр. 10
... femme marche soun pée ; Certes cely ad bon matyn que de femme est amée , saunz feyntyse ; Quar unqe femme ne fust , si noun de bon aprise . Zabulon , come je vus counte , c'est un propre noun , Cely que bone femme afrounte , jà n'eit s ...
... femme marche soun pée ; Certes cely ad bon matyn que de femme est amée , saunz feyntyse ; Quar unqe femme ne fust , si noun de bon aprise . Zabulon , come je vus counte , c'est un propre noun , Cely que bone femme afrounte , jà n'eit s ...
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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?