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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... ther woundid hym : and Bracy ' a knight , who was their friend and assistant , cut off Morice [ ' s ] hedde . ' This Sir Bracy being in a subsequent rencounter sore wounded , was taken and brought to K. John : from whose ven- geance he ...
... ther woundid hym : and Bracy ' a knight , who was their friend and assistant , cut off Morice [ ' s ] hedde . ' This Sir Bracy being in a subsequent rencounter sore wounded , was taken and brought to K. John : from whose ven- geance he ...
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... ' Troilus and Cresseide , ' though almost as long as the Eneid , was to be ' redde ... or else songe . ' I. ult . ( Warton . I. 388. ) : ' Menstrelles that walken fer and wyde Her and ther XC RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY .
... ' Troilus and Cresseide , ' though almost as long as the Eneid , was to be ' redde ... or else songe . ' I. ult . ( Warton . I. 388. ) : ' Menstrelles that walken fer and wyde Her and ther XC RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY .
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... ther in every a syde In mony a dyverse londe Sholde ut her begynnyng Speke of that ryghtwes kyng That made both see and sonde . ' & c . And in the old Song or Geste of Guy and Colbronde ' ( No. 4. Essay on An- cient Metrical Romances ...
... ther in every a syde In mony a dyverse londe Sholde ut her begynnyng Speke of that ryghtwes kyng That made both see and sonde . ' & c . And in the old Song or Geste of Guy and Colbronde ' ( No. 4. Essay on An- cient Metrical Romances ...
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... ther browd aras cleare . " 5 10 15 20 20 Ver . 5 , magger in Hearne's PC . [ Printed Copy . ] - Ver . 11 , The the Persè , PC . -Ver . 13 , archardes bolde off blood and bone , PC . - Ver . 19 , throrowe , PC . Fit . see Gloss . - 2 By ...
... ther browd aras cleare . " 5 10 15 20 20 Ver . 5 , magger in Hearne's PC . [ Printed Copy . ] - Ver . 11 , The the Persè , PC . -Ver . 13 , archardes bolde off blood and bone , PC . - Ver . 19 , throrowe , PC . Fit . see Gloss . - 2 By ...
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... ther lay . The [ y ] blewe a mort uppone the bent , The [ y ] semblyd on sydis shear ; To the quyrry then the Persè went To se the bryttlynge off the deare . He sayd , ' It was the Duglas promys This day to meet me hear ; But I wyste he ...
... ther lay . The [ y ] blewe a mort uppone the bent , The [ y ] semblyd on sydis shear ; To the quyrry then the Persè went To se the bryttlynge off the deare . He sayd , ' It was the Duglas promys This day to meet me hear ; But I wyste he ...
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