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 1J. Nichol, 1858 |
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... wyth wynne : Yender have I spyed the prowde Percy And seven standardes wyth hym . ' Nay by my trowth , ' the Douglas sayed , ' It ys but a fayned taylle : He durste not loke on my bred banner , For all Ynglonde so haylle . Was I not ...
... wyth wynne : Yender have I spyed the prowde Percy And seven standardes wyth hym . ' Nay by my trowth , ' the Douglas sayed , ' It ys but a fayned taylle : He durste not loke on my bred banner , For all Ynglonde so haylle . Was I not ...
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... wyth the be . The lorde of Bowghan 2 in armure bryght On the other hand he schall be : Lorde Jhonstone , with lorde Maxwell , They to schall be with me . Swynton fayre fylde upon your pryde To batell make yow bowen : Syr Davy Scotte ...
... wyth the be . The lorde of Bowghan 2 in armure bryght On the other hand he schall be : Lorde Jhonstone , with lorde Maxwell , They to schall be with me . Swynton fayre fylde upon your pryde To batell make yow bowen : Syr Davy Scotte ...
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... Wyth many a noble knyght ; He desyres yow to byde That he may see thys fyght . The Baron of Grastoke ys com owt of the west , With hym a noble companye ; All they loge at your fathers thys nyght , And the Battel fayne wold they see ...
... Wyth many a noble knyght ; He desyres yow to byde That he may see thys fyght . The Baron of Grastoke ys com owt of the west , With hym a noble companye ; All they loge at your fathers thys nyght , And the Battel fayne wold they see ...
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... Wyth a Skotte another daye . Wherfore schote , archars , for my sake , And let scharpe arowes flee : Mynstrells , playe up for your waryson , And well quyt it schall be . Every man thynke on hys trewe love , And marke hym to the Trenite ...
... Wyth a Skotte another daye . Wherfore schote , archars , for my sake , And let scharpe arowes flee : Mynstrells , playe up for your waryson , And well quyt it schall be . Every man thynke on hys trewe love , And marke hym to the Trenite ...
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... Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee , I tell yow in sertayne ; Men of armes byganne to joyne ; Many a dowghty man was ther slayne . The Percy and the Dowglas mette , That ether of other was fayne ; They schapped together , whyll that ...
... Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee , I tell yow in sertayne ; Men of armes byganne to joyne ; Many a dowghty man was ther slayne . The Percy and the Dowglas mette , That ether of other was fayne ; They schapped together , whyll that ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Anglo-Saxon appears archar arrowe awaye ballad Bards called castle Cloudeslè Comedy copy daughter daye dear doth Douglas Du Cange Earl Earl of Northumberland edition editor Edom Eldridge English Erle Estmere fast fayre folio hand harp Harper hart hast hath Henry Hist intitled John king king Estmere knighte kyng lady ladye lord Metrical Romances Minstrels Mither myght never noble Northumberland Otterbourn owre Patrick Spence PC.-Ver Percy Persè play poem poet poetry praye printed Provençal quoth reign Robin Hood ryde Saracens sayd saye Scotland Scots Scottish Shakespeare shalt shee shew shold sing slayne song sonnes stanzas sworde syr Cauline the[y thee ther theyr thou thow thre Tyll unto whan willow wold word writer wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen yere
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