Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other PiecesThomas Percy Porter & Coates, 1876 - 558 sidor |
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... doth in the rayne . Yelde the to me , sayd the Dowglas , Or els thow schalt be slayne : 90 In hys londe another daye . Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente , By Mary that mykel maye ; The ancient Arms of Douglas are pretty accurately ...
... doth in the rayne . Yelde the to me , sayd the Dowglas , Or els thow schalt be slayne : 90 In hys londe another daye . Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente , By Mary that mykel maye ; The ancient Arms of Douglas are pretty accurately ...
Sida 65
... doth my O sicke , thou fayr ladyè . Nowe lord ? ryse up wightlye , man for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; For it is told in my fathers halle , You dye for love of mee Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye : 35 ...
... doth my O sicke , thou fayr ladyè . Nowe lord ? ryse up wightlye , man for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; For it is told in my fathers halle , You dye for love of mee Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye : 35 ...
Sida 68
... Doth some faire lillye flowre . And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline , thou little think'st on mee , But I will still be true . Many a kinge , and manye a duke , And lorde of high degree , Did sue to ...
... Doth some faire lillye flowre . And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline , thou little think'st on mee , But I will still be true . Many a kinge , and manye a duke , And lorde of high degree , Did sue to ...
Sida 74
... doth not beseeme a proud harpèr To stable him ' in a kyngs halle . My ladde he is so lither , he said , He will doe nought that's meete ; And is there any man in this hall Were able him to beate ? 200 205 Thou speakest proud words ...
... doth not beseeme a proud harpèr To stable him ' in a kyngs halle . My ladde he is so lither , he said , He will doe nought that's meete ; And is there any man in this hall Were able him to beate ? 200 205 Thou speakest proud words ...
Sida 79
... doth meane . Ver . 1 , For Shaws the MS . has shales : and shradds should perhaps be swards : i . e . the surface of the ground : viz . " when the fields were in their beauty : " or perhaps shades . Thou shalt be drawen by dale and ...
... doth meane . Ver . 1 , For Shaws the MS . has shales : and shradds should perhaps be swards : i . e . the surface of the ground : viz . " when the fields were in their beauty : " or perhaps shades . Thou shalt be drawen by dale and ...
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Sida 473 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume...
Sida 160 - 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.
Sida 473 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Sida 144 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Sida 281 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Sida 127 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Sida 127 - 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.
Sida 126 - Come live with me, and be my love. And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
Sida 127 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield! There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Sida 473 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; — And now I am come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.