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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... quoth Kpchard Shcale . One of the earliest productions of the Scottish press , now to be found . The title - page was wanting in the copy here quoted ; but it is sup- posed to have been printed in 1540. See Ames.- See Pt . 2. v . 25 ...
... quoth Kpchard Shcale . One of the earliest productions of the Scottish press , now to be found . The title - page was wanting in the copy here quoted ; but it is sup- posed to have been printed in 1540. See Ames.- See Pt . 2. v . 25 ...
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... Quoth hee , If cryance come till my heart , I am ffar from any good towne . ' And soone he spyde on the mores so broad , A furyous wight and fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll : And soe fast he called on syr ...
... Quoth hee , If cryance come till my heart , I am ffar from any good towne . ' And soone he spyde on the mores so broad , A furyous wight and fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll : And soe fast he called on syr ...
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... quoth the dwarffe , ' and louted lowe , ' Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knight is his own cousine , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : And hee is come ...
... quoth the dwarffe , ' and louted lowe , ' Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knight is his own cousine , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : And hee is come ...
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... Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . ' He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And spying a secrette part , He drave it into the soldan's syde , And pierced him to the heart . 150 155 160 Then all ...
... Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . ' He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And spying a secrette part , He drave it into the soldan's syde , And pierced him to the heart . 150 155 160 Then all ...
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... quoth hee , ' thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . ' And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemelye it is for her fayre ...
... quoth hee , ' thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . ' And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemelye it is for her fayre ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Anglo-Saxon appears archar arrowe awaye ballad Bards called castle Cloudeslè Comedy copy daughter daye dear doth Douglas Du Cange Earl Earl of Northumberland edition editor Edom Eldridge English Erle Estmere fast fayre folio hand harp Harper hart hast hath Henry Hist intitled John king king Estmere knighte kyng lady ladye lord Metrical Romances Minstrels Mither myght never noble Northumberland Otterbourn owre Patrick Spence PC.-Ver Percy Persè play poem poet poetry praye printed Provençal quoth reign Robin Hood ryde Saracens sayd saye Scotland Scots Scottish Shakespeare shalt shee shew shold sing slayne song sonnes stanzas sworde syr Cauline the[y thee ther theyr thou thow thre Tyll unto whan willow wold word writer wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen yere
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