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 1Thomas Percy J.E. Moore, 1823 - Ballads, English |
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... lady . AMID such a fund of materials , the Editor is afraid he has been sometimes led to make too great a pa- rade of his authorities . The desire of being accurate has perhaps seduced him into too minute and trifling an exactness ; and ...
... lady . AMID such a fund of materials , the Editor is afraid he has been sometimes led to make too great a pa- rade of his authorities . The desire of being accurate has perhaps seduced him into too minute and trifling an exactness ; and ...
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... lady fair , None views without delight , But still so cold an air No passion can excite : Yet this I patient see While all are shunn'd like me . RICHARD . No nymph my heart can wound If favour she divide , And smiles on all around ...
... lady fair , None views without delight , But still so cold an air No passion can excite : Yet this I patient see While all are shunn'd like me . RICHARD . No nymph my heart can wound If favour she divide , And smiles on all around ...
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... lady , whom he presented to the King ; and he bestowed her on his natural brother William Longespee , ( son of fair Rosamond ) who became in her right Earl of Salisbury . ( V 3 ) The next memorable event which I find in history reflects ...
... lady , whom he presented to the King ; and he bestowed her on his natural brother William Longespee , ( son of fair Rosamond ) who became in her right Earl of Salisbury . ( V 3 ) The next memorable event which I find in history reflects ...
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... ladies owt of " prison ; " he finally obtained the King's pardon , and the quiet possession of Whitington Castle . In the reign of K. Henry III . we have mention of MASTER RICARD the King's Harper , to whom in his 36th year ( 1252 ) ...
... ladies owt of " prison ; " he finally obtained the King's pardon , and the quiet possession of Whitington Castle . In the reign of K. Henry III . we have mention of MASTER RICARD the King's Harper , to whom in his 36th year ( 1252 ) ...
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... lady , harper , singer , & c . - This liberty is but sparingly assumed by the classical poets of the same age ; or even by the latter composers of the " Historical Essay " prefixed to that publication ( p . cx . ) to " Ye live upo ' the ...
... lady , harper , singer , & c . - This liberty is but sparingly assumed by the classical poets of the same age ; or even by the latter composers of the " Historical Essay " prefixed to that publication ( p . cx . ) to " Ye live upo ' the ...
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Page cxxiv - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Page 284 - 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 in their dust.
Page 234 - 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.
Page 234 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. 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.
Page 346 - O solitude, romantic maid! Whether by nodding towers you tread, Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb, Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide, Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep, Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey ; You, recluse, again I woo, And again your steps pursue.
Page 283 - 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.
Page 252 - 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.
Page 283 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 258 - Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar, I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see. And how should I know your true love, From many another one ? O by his cockle hat, and staff, And by his sandal shoone.
Page 233 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.