Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of a Later Date..Thomas Percy J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1767 - 400 páginas |
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... Said , Will ye cum in and dine ? I winnae cum in , I cannae cum in , Without my play - feres nine . Scho powd an apple reid and white To intice the zong thing in : Scho powd an apple white and reid , And that the fweit bairne did win ...
... Said , Will ye cum in and dine ? I winnae cum in , I cannae cum in , Without my play - feres nine . Scho powd an apple reid and white To intice the zong thing in : Scho powd an apple white and reid , And that the fweit bairne did win ...
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... Said Edom o ' Gordon to his men , We maun draw to a hauld . I 3 And * This ballad is well known in that neighbourhood , where it is in- titled ADAM O'GORDON . It may be observed , that the famous free- booter , whom Edward I. fought ...
... Said Edom o ' Gordon to his men , We maun draw to a hauld . I 3 And * This ballad is well known in that neighbourhood , where it is in- titled ADAM O'GORDON . It may be observed , that the famous free- booter , whom Edward I. fought ...
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... said the king , For fothe that ever I fe . And yet for your love , fayd Wyllyam , I wyll do more maystery . I have a fonne is feven yere olde , He is to me full deare ; I wyll hym tye to a stake ; All fhall fe , that be here ; And lay ...
... said the king , For fothe that ever I fe . And yet for your love , fayd Wyllyam , I wyll do more maystery . I have a fonne is feven yere olde , He is to me full deare ; I wyll hym tye to a stake ; All fhall fe , that be here ; And lay ...
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... dear Coming on moft foremostly , He wrung his hands , and tore his hair , And cryed out most piteously ; Oh ! its thou , said he , 35 That low have brought me , And And troubled me fo , That I know not what 178 ANCIENT SONGS.
... dear Coming on moft foremostly , He wrung his hands , and tore his hair , And cryed out most piteously ; Oh ! its thou , said he , 35 That low have brought me , And And troubled me fo , That I know not what 178 ANCIENT SONGS.
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... And let there be , Said fhe , Some two or three Young maids with me . " So he fent her away , For to mourn , for to mourn , till her dying day . 40 45 50 N 2 IV . A IV . A SONG TO THE LUTE IN MUSICKE . AND BALLAD S. 179.
... And let there be , Said fhe , Some two or three Young maids with me . " So he fent her away , For to mourn , for to mourn , till her dying day . 40 45 50 N 2 IV . A IV . A SONG TO THE LUTE IN MUSICKE . AND BALLAD S. 179.
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Adam Bell alfo alſo ancient Anglo-Saxon archar awaye ballad BARDS caft Chrift Cloudeflè copy daye dear doth Douglas Du Cange Earl Earl Douglas Earl Percy Edom English faft faid fair fame fave fayd fayre feems feen fhall fhew fhould filk fing firft flaine flayne fome fometimes fong fonnes foon ftand ftanzas ftill ftory fubject fuch fworde Gilderoy greene willow harpe hath heart Hift himſelf houſe intitled king knight kyng lady ladye laft lord Minstrels moft moſt mufic muſt never noble Northumberland obferved Otterbourn paffage Patrick Spence Percy Perfè perfon play poems poets prefent profeffion quoth Robin Robin Hood Saxon Scotland Scottish ſhall ſhe Theare thee thefe ther theſe thofe thoſe thou thre tranflated unto whofe willow wold wyfe wyll Wyllyam yemen zour
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Página 238 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Página 219 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Página 318 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 219 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
Página 269 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Página 190 - Itt hath been alwayes true to the weare, But now it is not worth a groat; I have had it four and forty...
Página 78 - Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme.
Página lxxx - Certainly I must confess my own barbarousness; I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style...
Página 220 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Página 233 - For whereas twenty men were wont To wait with bended knee: She gave allowance but to ten, And after...