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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... wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . 10 Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hondrith archares bold ; The wear ...
... wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . 10 Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him a myghtye meany ; With fifteen hondrith archares bold ; The wear ...
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... wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Persè swear . 35 At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny , 40 He was war ath the doughetie Doglas com- ynge : With him a mightè meany . Both with spear , ' byll , ' and ...
... wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Persè swear . 35 At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny , 40 He was war ath the doughetie Doglas com- ynge : With him a mightè meany . Both with spear , ' byll , ' and ...
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... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , For a better man of hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , 60 Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , For a better man of hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , 60 Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
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... wold ever together ryde ; That race they may rue for aye . Over ' Ottercap ' hyll they came in , And so dowyn by Rodelyffecragge , 5 10 V. 2 , winn their heaye , Harl . MS . This is the North- umberland phrase to this day : by which ...
... wold ever together ryde ; That race they may rue for aye . Over ' Ottercap ' hyll they came in , And so dowyn by Rodelyffecragge , 5 10 V. 2 , winn their heaye , Harl . MS . This is the North- umberland phrase to this day : by which ...
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... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , and me , father agayne , That dyed for yow Wende to my lorde my And saye thou saw me not with yee : 40 My trowth ys plight to yonne Skottysh knyght , It nedes me not to layne ...
... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , and me , father agayne , That dyed for yow Wende to my lorde my And saye thou saw me not with yee : 40 My trowth ys plight to yonne Skottysh knyght , It nedes me not to layne ...
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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.
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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.
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