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... fayre and fre : God the save , goode Robyn , And all thy fayre meyne . " 720 They wasshed togeder and wyped bothe , And sette to theyr dynere ; Brede and wyne they had right ynoughe , And noumbles " of the dere . Swannes and fessauntes ...
... fayre and fre : God the save , goode Robyn , And all thy fayre meyne . " 720 They wasshed togeder and wyped bothe , And sette to theyr dynere ; Brede and wyne they had right ynoughe , And noumbles " of the dere . Swannes and fessauntes ...
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... , The truth tell thou me ; If there be no more but ten shelinges , No peny that I se . ' Lyttell Johnn sprede downe hys mantell Full fayre upon the grounde , And there he fonde in the knyghtes cofer But even A GEST OF ROBYN HODE 135.
... , The truth tell thou me ; If there be no more but ten shelinges , No peny that I se . ' Lyttell Johnn sprede downe hys mantell Full fayre upon the grounde , And there he fonde in the knyghtes cofer But even A GEST OF ROBYN HODE 135.
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... fayre . ' He slewe a knyght of Lancashire , And a squyer bolde ; For to save him in his ryght My godes beth sette and solde . ' My londes beth sette to wedde , " Robyn , Untyll a certayn day , To a ryche abbot here besyde Of Seynt Mari ...
... fayre . ' He slewe a knyght of Lancashire , And a squyer bolde ; For to save him in his ryght My godes beth sette and solde . ' My londes beth sette to wedde , " Robyn , Untyll a certayn day , To a ryche abbot here besyde Of Seynt Mari ...
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... fayre at home , The sothe for to saye , Tyll he had got four hundred pound , Al redy for to pay . He purveyed him an hundred bowes , The strynges well ydyght , An hundred shefe of arowes gode , The hedys burneshed full bryght ; And ...
... fayre at home , The sothe for to saye , Tyll he had got four hundred pound , Al redy for to pay . He purveyed him an hundred bowes , The strynges well ydyght , An hundred shefe of arowes gode , The hedys burneshed full bryght ; And ...
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... fayre yeman Thou bryngest there with the ; What tydynges fro Notyngham ? Lytill Johnn , tell thou me . ' ' Well the gretith the proude sheryf . And sendeth the here by me His cok and his silver vessell , And thre hundred pounde and thre ...
... fayre yeman Thou bryngest there with the ; What tydynges fro Notyngham ? Lytill Johnn , tell thou me . ' ' Well the gretith the proude sheryf . And sendeth the here by me His cok and his silver vessell , And thre hundred pounde and thre ...
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abbot beauty birds bonny bride bright coude Cuckoo dear death dere dost doth earth eccho ring end my song Enone Erle eyes Fair Annet fayre fear flowers frae gentle give gode goodly grace grete hair hath heart heaven Heigh Hind Horn honour Hymen Inverey Johnn king Kinmont Willie kiss knyght kynge lady light Litell little boy live livës joy Lord love's lovers lullaby lyke Lytell Johan merry mery mind moche monke mordre never night nonny Notyngham pleasure praise proud Robyn Hode run softly sayd Robyn scorn shal shalt sherif sing sleep song of praise SONNET soul sterte Sweet Thames Tell thee ther theyr thine thing thou art thou hast thought trewely twa sisters unto Whan wind wode wolde woods wyll yemen youth
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Página 358 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Página 425 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
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Página 451 - Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
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Página 398 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ! As awaked from the dead, And, amazed, he stares around. , Revenge, revenge...
Página 419 - Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good: And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Página 204 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Página 271 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 450 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...