Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets; Together with Some Few of Later DateL.A. Lewis, 1839 - Ballads, English |
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... . BY THOMAS PERCY , LORD BISHOP OF DROMORE . DURAT OPUS VATUM A NEW EDITION . IN THREE VOLUMES . VOL . I. LONDON : L. A. LEWIS , 125 , FLEET - STREET . MDCCCXXXIX . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ELIZABETH COUNTESS OF NORTHUMBERLAND : IN.
... . BY THOMAS PERCY , LORD BISHOP OF DROMORE . DURAT OPUS VATUM A NEW EDITION . IN THREE VOLUMES . VOL . I. LONDON : L. A. LEWIS , 125 , FLEET - STREET . MDCCCXXXIX . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE ELIZABETH COUNTESS OF NORTHUMBERLAND : IN.
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... Lord Dorset , & c . See the Spectator , No. 70. To these might be added many emi- nent judges now alive . The learned Selden appears also to have been fond of collecting these old things . See below . To atone for the rudeness of the ...
... Lord Dorset , & c . See the Spectator , No. 70. To these might be added many emi- nent judges now alive . The learned Selden appears also to have been fond of collecting these old things . See below . To atone for the rudeness of the ...
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... lords with his singing and his music , and was at length dismissed with an honourable reward , though his songs must have discovered him to have been a Dane , ( o ) . Athelstan was saved from the con- sequences of this stratagem by a ...
... lords with his singing and his music , and was at length dismissed with an honourable reward , though his songs must have discovered him to have been a Dane , ( o ) . Athelstan was saved from the con- sequences of this stratagem by a ...
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... Lord , his life seemed wearisome to him , and he became con- founded with melancholly . Knowne it was that he came backe from the Holy Land ; but none could tell in what countrey he arrived . Whereupon this Blondel , resolving to make ...
... Lord , his life seemed wearisome to him , and he became con- founded with melancholly . Knowne it was that he came backe from the Holy Land ; but none could tell in what countrey he arrived . Whereupon this Blondel , resolving to make ...
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... Lord De Lacy , Constable of Chester : “ Who , making use of the Minstrells of all sorts , then met at Chester fair ; by the allurement of their musick , got to- gether a vast number of such loose people , as , by reason * The words of ...
... Lord De Lacy , Constable of Chester : “ Who , making use of the Minstrells of all sorts , then met at Chester fair ; by the allurement of their musick , got to- gether a vast number of such loose people , as , by reason * The words of ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Anglo-Saxon appears archar arrowe awaye ballad bard called castle Cloudeslè Comedy copy Cotton Library daughter daye deare doth Douglas Du Cange Earl of Northumberland Editor Edom Eldridge English Erle fast fayre folio hand harpe harper hart hast hath Henry Hist John King knighte kyng Estmere lady ladye Little John lord mentioned Minstrels mither myght never noble Otterbourn owre Patrick Spence Percy Persè play play-houses Players poem poet praye printed Queen quoth reign Robin Hood romances ryde sayd saye Scotland Scots Scottish Shakspeare shalt shee shold singing slaine slayne song sonnes stanzas swordes syr Cauline thee ther theyr thou thow thre Tyll unto Vide whan willow wold word writers wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen yere zour
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Page cxii - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Page 236 - 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.
Page 334 - 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 255 - 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 210 - 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 254 - 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. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
Page 285 - Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 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 284 - 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 236 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 236 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.