Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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... arrowes , and litle horne , Now with me I will beare ; For I will away to Barnèsdale , To see how my men doe fare . " Robin Hood sett Guyes horne to his mouth , And a loud blast in it did blow . That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham ...
... arrowes , and litle horne , Now with me I will beare ; For I will away to Barnèsdale , To see how my men doe fare . " Robin Hood sett Guyes horne to his mouth , And a loud blast in it did blow . That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham ...
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... bow into his hand , And bade it be his boote . Then John he took Guyes bow in his hand , His boltes and arrowes eche one : 195 200 205 210 215 220 225 When the sheriffe saw Little John bend his bow , He fettled him to be gone . Towards ...
... bow into his hand , And bade it be his boote . Then John he took Guyes bow in his hand , His boltes and arrowes eche one : 195 200 205 210 215 220 225 When the sheriffe saw Little John bend his bow , He fettled him to be gone . Towards ...
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... bow - case tyde : + Where arrowes stick with mickle pride ; Like ghosts of Adam Bell and Clymme . Sol sets for fear they'l shoot at him . " Works , 1673 , fol . p 291 . I have only to add further concerning the principal Hero of this ...
... bow - case tyde : + Where arrowes stick with mickle pride ; Like ghosts of Adam Bell and Clymme . Sol sets for fear they'l shoot at him . " Works , 1673 , fol . p 291 . I have only to add further concerning the principal Hero of this ...
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... arrowes kene ; To raise the dere out of theyr denne ; Suche sightes hath ofte bene sene ; As by thre yemen of the north countrèy , By them it is I meane . The one of them hight Adam Bel , The other Clym of the Clough , * The thyrd was ...
... arrowes kene ; To raise the dere out of theyr denne ; Suche sightes hath ofte bene sene ; As by thre yemen of the north countrèy , By them it is I meane . The one of them hight Adam Bel , The other Clym of the Clough , * The thyrd was ...
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... arrowes the fro . " " A ' curse on hys hart , " sayd fair Alyce , " That my husband councelleth so . " " Set fyre on the house , " saide the sherife , " Syth it wyll no better be , And brenne we therin William , " he saide , " Hys wyfe ...
... arrowes the fro . " " A ' curse on hys hart , " sayd fair Alyce , " That my husband councelleth so . " " Set fyre on the house , " saide the sherife , " Syth it wyll no better be , And brenne we therin William , " he saide , " Hys wyfe ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Anglo-Saxon appears archar arrowes awaye ballad Bards called castle Cloudeslè Comedy copy Cotton Library daughter daye dear doth Douglas Du Cange Earl Earl of Northumberland edition editor Edom English Erle fast father fayre Garland greene willow hand harpe Harper hart hast hath heart Henry Hist intitled John king king Estmere knight lady ladye lord Minstrels mither Music myght never noble Northumberland Otterbourn owre Patrick Spence Percy Persè play poem poet printed quoth reader reign Robin Hood Romance ryde sayd saye Scotland Scots Scottish Shakesp Shakespeare shalt shee shew Sing slaine slayne song sonnes stanzas sworde syr Cauline thee ther theyr thou thow thre Tyll unto whan willow wold word writer wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen yere zour
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