Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, & Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date, & a Copious GlossaryH.G. Bohn, 1851 - 307 pages |
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... thee to me speik . " O lady , rinn to the deip draw - well , Gin ze zour sonne wad seik . " Lady Helen ran to the deip draw - well , And knelt upon her kne : My bonny Sir Hew , an ze be here , pray thee speik to me . " The lead is ...
... thee to me speik . " O lady , rinn to the deip draw - well , Gin ze zour sonne wad seik . " Lady Helen ran to the deip draw - well , And knelt upon her kne : My bonny Sir Hew , an ze be here , pray thee speik to me . " The lead is ...
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... thee five , For ' but ' if cryance comes till my heart , I weene but thou mun dye . He sayth , ' No ' cryance comes till my heart , Nor in fayth , I wyll not flee ; 30 3 For it is told in my fathers halle , 40 You dye for love of mee ...
... thee five , For ' but ' if cryance comes till my heart , I weene but thou mun dye . He sayth , ' No ' cryance comes till my heart , Nor in fayth , I wyll not flee ; 30 3 For it is told in my fathers halle , 40 You dye for love of mee ...
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... thee I may not wedde Now , dame , that traitor shall be sent Across the salt sea fome : 25 I will have none other fere . But here I will make thee a band , Then shee held forthe her lilly - white hand Towards that knighte so free ; He ...
... thee I may not wedde Now , dame , that traitor shall be sent Across the salt sea fome : 25 I will have none other fere . But here I will make thee a band , Then shee held forthe her lilly - white hand Towards that knighte so free ; He ...
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... thee with his grimme soldàn , He wan the prize eche daye . Though he be unmacklye made . His acton it was all of blacke , 65 His hewberke , and his sheelde , And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde , That lyeth within thy bowre ...
... thee with his grimme soldàn , He wan the prize eche daye . Though he be unmacklye made . His acton it was all of blacke , 65 His hewberke , and his sheelde , And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde , That lyeth within thy bowre ...
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... thee I wisht to dye . Then giving her one partinge looke , He closed his eyes in death , Ere Christabelle , that ladye milde , 190 Begane to drawe her breathe . But when she found her comelye knighte Indeed was dead and gone , I She ...
... thee I wisht to dye . Then giving her one partinge looke , He closed his eyes in death , Ere Christabelle , that ladye milde , 190 Begane to drawe her breathe . But when she found her comelye knighte Indeed was dead and gone , I She ...
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Adam Bell ancient Anglo-Saxon appears awaye ballad Bards barons called castle Child Waters copy Cotton Library daughter daye dear death doth Douglas dragon Du Cange Earl edition Editor Editor's folio Edward England English Erle fair fast father fayre Garland Gawaine gold hand harp Harper hart hast hath heart heire of Linne Henry Hist honour intitled John king King Arthur knight kyng lady ladye land Lord manner Mary Ambree Minstrels never noble Northumberland Percy play poem poet poetry praye prince printed Queen quoth reader reign Richard Robin Robin Hood romance sayd sayes Scotland Scots Scottish shee shold sing Sir Aldingar slaine slayne song sonne stanzas sweet sword tell thee ther unto willow wold word writer written wyfe wyll wyth youth zour
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Page 82 - 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 52 - 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 264 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 1 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Page 58 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Page 169 - Collection, compared with another printed among some miscellaneous "poems and songs" in a book intitled, " Le Prince d'Amour," 1660, Svo. AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a greate estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Page 177 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 243 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Page 169 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Page 65 - His cheek was redder than the rose, The comeliest youth was he. But he is dead, and laid in his grave, Alas ! and woe is me ! Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea, and one on land, To one thing constant never.