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 1J. Nichol, 1858 - Ballads, English |
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... powers . Such an one in criticism was Dennis in England ; such in Scotland were Gilbert Stuart and Whitaker , in history ; such , more lately , and with a higher range of talent , was Cobbett LIFE OF THOMAS PERCY . vii.
... powers . Such an one in criticism was Dennis in England ; such in Scotland were Gilbert Stuart and Whitaker , in history ; such , more lately , and with a higher range of talent , was Cobbett LIFE OF THOMAS PERCY . vii.
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... England . Yet , different as the two classes ultimately became , there can be little doubt that the one was intimately related to the other ; and it does not really matter much whether you say that the minstrel arose out of the scald ...
... England . Yet , different as the two classes ultimately became , there can be little doubt that the one was intimately related to the other ; and it does not really matter much whether you say that the minstrel arose out of the scald ...
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... England before the conquest , but had long been used in France ; and that , secondly , the old Saxon word first given is manifestly a corruption of monasterium , and properly not an old Saxon word at all . A recent writer ( F. Burghley ...
... England before the conquest , but had long been used in France ; and that , secondly , the old Saxon word first given is manifestly a corruption of monasterium , and properly not an old Saxon word at all . A recent writer ( F. Burghley ...
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... England . In fact , there seem to have been two distinct classes of the minstrel - first , the man of genius who wrote as well as sung his ballads ; and , secondly , the mere hawker of them , who was original only in the profane scur ...
... England . In fact , there seem to have been two distinct classes of the minstrel - first , the man of genius who wrote as well as sung his ballads ; and , secondly , the mere hawker of them , who was original only in the profane scur ...
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... England , surnamed Beauclerk , was a poet , although the romance poem , entitled " Urbanus " is falsely attributed to his pen . And Richard Coeur - de - Lion , besides being a munificent patron of minstrels , such as the famous Blondel ...
... England , surnamed Beauclerk , was a poet , although the romance poem , entitled " Urbanus " is falsely attributed to his pen . And Richard Coeur - de - Lion , besides being a munificent patron of minstrels , such as the famous Blondel ...
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