Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, & Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets; Together with Some Few of Later Date, Volume 1George Bell & sons, 1876 - Ballads, English |
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... fast by 4 The preceding list of Anglo - Saxon words , so full and copious beyond anything that ever yet appeared in print on this subject , was extracted from Mr. Lye's curious Anglo- Saxon Lexicon , in MS . , but the arrangement here ...
... fast by 4 The preceding list of Anglo - Saxon words , so full and copious beyond anything that ever yet appeared in print on this subject , was extracted from Mr. Lye's curious Anglo- Saxon Lexicon , in MS . , but the arrangement here ...
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... fast friends : as was suggested by the learned Dr. Samuel Pegge , who was so obliging as to favour the Essayist formerly with a curious transcript of this poem , accompanied with valuable illustrations , & c .; and that it was his ...
... fast friends : as was suggested by the learned Dr. Samuel Pegge , who was so obliging as to favour the Essayist formerly with a curious transcript of this poem , accompanied with valuable illustrations , & c .; and that it was his ...
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... fast out of my sight . So the Harper departed , " & c . [ Part ii . c . 113 , ed . 1634. See also part iii . c . 5. ] ( E E 2 ) This Act seems to have put an end to the profession , & c . ] Although I conceive that the character ceased ...
... fast out of my sight . So the Harper departed , " & c . [ Part ii . c . 113 , ed . 1634. See also part iii . c . 5. ] ( E E 2 ) This Act seems to have put an end to the profession , & c . ] Although I conceive that the character ceased ...
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... fast his handes gan wringe : " Syr Cauline is sicke , and like to dye , Without a good leechinge . " 25 25 " Fetche me downe my daughter deere , She is a leeche fulle fine ; 30 Goe take him doughe , and the baken bread , And serve him ...
... fast his handes gan wringe : " Syr Cauline is sicke , and like to dye , Without a good leechinge . " 25 25 " Fetche me downe my daughter deere , She is a leeche fulle fine ; 30 Goe take him doughe , and the baken bread , And serve him ...
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... fast he called on Syr Cauline , 90 " O man , I rede thee flye , For , but if cryance come till thy heart , I weene but thou mun dye . ” He sayth , " No ' cryance comes till my heart , Nor , in faith , I wyll not flee ; 95 For , cause ...
... fast he called on Syr Cauline , 90 " O man , I rede thee flye , For , but if cryance come till thy heart , I weene but thou mun dye . ” He sayth , " No ' cryance comes till my heart , Nor , in faith , I wyll not flee ; 95 For , cause ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Anglo-Saxon appears archar awaye ballad bard barons called castle Cloudeslè copy daughter daye deare doth Douglas Du Cange Earl Earl of Northumberland edition Editor Edward English Erle faire fast father fayre Garland greene willow hand harpe Harper hart hast hath heart Henry Henry VIII Hist honour John King knight lady ladye Little John Lord Lord Vaux Mary Ambree mentioned Minstrels mither myght mynde never noble Northumberland Otterbourn owre Percy Persè play poem poet printed Queen quoth reign Robin Hood romances ryght sayd saye Scotland Scots Scottish Shakspeare shalt shee shold Sing Sir Aldingar slaine slayne song sonnes stanzas sword Syr Cauline thee ther theyr thou thow thre unto whan willow wold word writers wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen yerely zour
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Page 142 - 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 160 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
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Page 226 - 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 426 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
Page 193 - 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.
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Page 173 - 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 160 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...