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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... taken with the old copies , and to have retained either in the text or margin any word or phrase which was antique , obsolete , unusual , or peculiar , so that these might be safely quoted as of genuine and un- doubted antiquity . His ...
... taken with the old copies , and to have retained either in the text or margin any word or phrase which was antique , obsolete , unusual , or peculiar , so that these might be safely quoted as of genuine and un- doubted antiquity . His ...
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... taken up at different times , and often thrown aside for many months , during an inter- val of four or five years . This has occasioned some inconsistencies and repetitions , which the candid reader will pardon . As great care has been ...
... taken up at different times , and often thrown aside for many months , during an inter- val of four or five years . This has occasioned some inconsistencies and repetitions , which the candid reader will pardon . As great care has been ...
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... taken place at some early period between the French and Eng- lish Minstrels ; the same set of phrases , the same species of characters , incidents , and adventures , and often the same identical stories , being found in the old metrical ...
... taken place at some early period between the French and Eng- lish Minstrels ; the same set of phrases , the same species of characters , incidents , and adventures , and often the same identical stories , being found in the old metrical ...
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... taken and brought to K. John ; from whose vengeance he was however rescued by this notable Minstrel ; for " John Rampayne founde the " meanes to cast them , that kepte Bracy , into a " deadely slepe ; and so he and Bracy cam to Fulco ...
... taken and brought to K. John ; from whose vengeance he was however rescued by this notable Minstrel ; for " John Rampayne founde the " meanes to cast them , that kepte Bracy , into a " deadely slepe ; and so he and Bracy cam to Fulco ...
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... taken down from their mouths . But as the old Minstrels gradually wore out , a new race of Bal- lad - writers succeeded , an inferior sort of minor poets , who wrote narrative songs merely for the press . In- stances of both may be ...
... taken down from their mouths . But as the old Minstrels gradually wore out , a new race of Bal- lad - writers succeeded , an inferior sort of minor poets , who wrote narrative songs merely for the press . In- stances of both may be ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Anglo-Saxon appears archars arrow awaye ballad Bards called castle Cloudeslè copy daughter daye dear doth Douglas Du Cange Earl edition Editor Edom English Erle fair fast fayre folio Garland Gilderoy greene willow hand harp Harper hart hath heart Henry Henry VI Hist honour Ibid Joculator John king king Estmere knight kyng lady ladye lord mentioned Minstrels myght never noble Northumberland Otterbourn Patrick Spence Percy play poem poet Poetry Prince printed quoth reader reign rhymes Robin Hood Romance ryde Saxon sayd saye Scotland Scots Scottish Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shee shold sing slaine slayne song sonnes stanzas strels syr Cauline thee ther theyr thou thow thre unto Warton ween willow wold word writer wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen yere zour
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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.