Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other PiecesThomas Percy Porter & Coates, 1876 - 558 sidor |
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... hart nar hande Were not in Christiante . 45 The wear twenty hondrith spear - men good Withouten any fayle ; Be my troth , sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for - the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto ...
... hart nar hande Were not in Christiante . 45 The wear twenty hondrith spear - men good Withouten any fayle ; Be my troth , sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn , Ther - for - the ton of us shall de this day . Then sayd the doughtè Doglas Unto ...
Sida 54
... hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght ; 65 He spendyd a spear a trusti tre : V. 32 , ran , P. C. V. ...
... hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght ; 65 He spendyd a spear a trusti tre : V. 32 , ran , P. C. V. ...
Sida 55
... hart blood the wear wete . " * Sir Hewe Maxwell , a lorde he was , 90 With the Duglas dyd he dey . 130 Off byrch , and hasell so ' gray ' ; dre , With many a bal - ful brande . Cam to fach , ther makys a - way . Tivydale may carpe off ...
... hart blood the wear wete . " * Sir Hewe Maxwell , a lorde he was , 90 With the Duglas dyd he dey . 130 Off byrch , and hasell so ' gray ' ; dre , With many a bal - ful brande . Cam to fach , ther makys a - way . Tivydale may carpe off ...
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... hart be as good as thy hand , Thou wert better than Robin Hoode . 130 Now tell me thy name , good fellowe , sayd he , Under the leaves of lyne . Nay by my faith , quoth bolde Robin , Till thou have told me thine . I dwell by dale and ...
... hart be as good as thy hand , Thou wert better than Robin Hoode . 130 Now tell me thy name , good fellowe , sayd he , Under the leaves of lyne . Nay by my faith , quoth bolde Robin , Till thou have told me thine . I dwell by dale and ...
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... hart and To pardon thy servant , and bringe to salva- mynd , Eche man may sorow in his inward thought , Thys lords death , whose pere is hard to fynd Allgyf Englond and Fraunce were thorow saught . cion . 210 In joy tryumphant the ...
... hart and To pardon thy servant , and bringe to salva- mynd , Eche man may sorow in his inward thought , Thys lords death , whose pere is hard to fynd Allgyf Englond and Fraunce were thorow saught . cion . 210 In joy tryumphant the ...
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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.