Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces, of the Earlier Poets, with Some of Later Date, Not Included in Any Other EditionThomas Percy |
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... dear ; Bomen bickarte uppone the bent With their browd aras cleare . Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went On every syde shear : Grea - hondes thorowe the greves glent For to kyll thear dear . The begane in Chyviat the hyls above Yerly ...
... dear ; Bomen bickarte uppone the bent With their browd aras cleare . Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went On every syde shear : Grea - hondes thorowe the greves glent For to kyll thear dear . The begane in Chyviat the hyls above Yerly ...
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... dear lord , That is sae far frae me . Give owre zour house , ze lady fair , Give oure zour house to me , Or I sall brenn yoursel therein , Bot and zour babies three . 45 O then bespaik hir dochter dear , She was bath jimp and sma : O ...
... dear lord , That is sae far frae me . Give owre zour house , ze lady fair , Give oure zour house to me , Or I sall brenn yoursel therein , Bot and zour babies three . 45 O then bespaik hir dochter dear , She was bath jimp and sma : O ...
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... dear lord , As hee cam owr the lee ; He sied his castle all in blaze 120 125 So far as he could see . Then sair , O sair , his mind misgave , And all his hart was wae ; Put , on , put on , my wighty men , So fast as ze can gae . Put on ...
... dear lord , As hee cam owr the lee ; He sied his castle all in blaze 120 125 So far as he could see . Then sair , O sair , his mind misgave , And all his hart was wae ; Put , on , put on , my wighty men , So fast as ze can gae . Put on ...
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... dear and only daughter first of all Came to meet her father foremostly : And all the way , She did play On tabret and pipe , Full many a stripe , With note so high , 15 21 35 25 For joy that her father is come so nigh . 30 V. 56 , wast ...
... dear and only daughter first of all Came to meet her father foremostly : And all the way , She did play On tabret and pipe , Full many a stripe , With note so high , 15 21 35 25 For joy that her father is come so nigh . 30 V. 56 , wast ...
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... dear Coming on most foremostly , He wrung his hands , and tore his hair , And cryed out most piteously ; Oh ! it's thou , said he , That have brought me Low , And troubled me so , That I know not what to do . For I have made a vow , he ...
... dear Coming on most foremostly , He wrung his hands , and tore his hair , And cryed out most piteously ; Oh ! it's thou , said he , That have brought me Low , And troubled me so , That I know not what to do . For I have made a vow , he ...
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Adam Bell ancient awaye ballad beggar brave called castle copy Cotton Library daughter daye deare death doth Douglas Du Cange Earl earl marshall Earl of Surrey edition Editor Editor's folio Edward England English Erle faire father fayre gallant gold hand harp hart hast hath heart heire of Linne Henry Hist John king King Arthur knight kyng lady ladye land live Lord Lord Vaux Mary Ambree Minstrels never noble Northumberland Percy play poem poet pretty Bessee prince printed Queen quoth reader reign Robin romance sayd sayes Scotland Scots Scottish Shakspeare shal shee shold sing Sir Aldingar slaine slayne song sonne stanzas sweet sword tell thee ther theyr thou shalt unto verse willow wold word writer written wyll Wyllyam wyth yemen
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Page 162 - 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.
Page 493 - Twere better by far To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!
Page 294 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 120 - My mother had a maid call'd Barbara : She was in love ; and he she lov'd prov'd mad, And did forsake her : she had a song of " willow ;" An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it...
Page 426 - Twas at the silent solemn hour, When night and morning meet ; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay-cold was her lily hand That held her sable shroud. So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown : Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Page 385 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 135 - 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 301 - UNVISITED. [See the various Poems the scene of which is laid upon the banks of the Yarrow ; in particular, the exquisite Ballad of Hamilton, beginning "Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny Bride, Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome Marrow...
Page 129 - 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.
Page 374 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast : Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed ; Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.