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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... quoth Rychard Sheale . One of the earliest productions of the Scottish press , now to be found . The title - page was wanting in the copy here quoted ; but it is supposed to have been printed in 1540. See Ames . + See Pt . 2. v . 25 ...
... quoth Rychard Sheale . One of the earliest productions of the Scottish press , now to be found . The title - page was wanting in the copy here quoted ; but it is supposed to have been printed in 1540. See Ames . + See Pt . 2. v . 25 ...
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... Quoth hee , " If cryance come till my heart , I am ffar from any good towne . " And soone he spyde on the mores so broad , A furyous wight and fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll : And soe fast he called on ...
... Quoth hee , " If cryance come till my heart , I am ffar from any good towne . " And soone he spyde on the mores so broad , A furyous wight and fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll : And soe fast he called on ...
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... quoth the dwarffe , and louted lowe , " Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knight is his own cousìne , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : $ 5 And hee is ...
... quoth the dwarffe , and louted lowe , " Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knight is his own cousìne , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : $ 5 And hee is ...
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... . The knighte he leapt upon his feete , All recklesse of the pain : Quoth hee , " But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . " 150 156 He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And 42 SIR CAULINE .
... . The knighte he leapt upon his feete , All recklesse of the pain : Quoth hee , " But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . " 150 156 He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And 42 SIR CAULINE .
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... quoth hee , " thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . " " And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemlye it is for her fayre ...
... quoth hee , " thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . " " And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemlye it is for her fayre ...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Volume 1 Thomas Percy Visualização completa - 1823 |
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Volume 1 Thomas Percy Visualização completa - 1885 |
Reliques of ancient English poetry, consisting of old heroic ..., Volume 1 Thomas Percy Visualização completa - 1876 |
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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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