Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, Sida 111, Volym 21858 |
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... Arms , who are invested with a Collar ( which they wear on Collar Days ) by the King himself . This information I owe to Samuel Pegge , Esq . to whom the public is indebted for that curious work the ' Curialia , ' 4to . ' Now God you ...
... Arms , who are invested with a Collar ( which they wear on Collar Days ) by the King himself . This information I owe to Samuel Pegge , Esq . to whom the public is indebted for that curious work the ' Curialia , ' 4to . ' Now God you ...
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... arm , ' Come down , come down , lord Hardyknute , And rid your king frae harm . ' VIII . Then red , red grew his dark - brown cheeks , Sae did his dark - brown brow ; His looks grew keen , as they were wont In dangers great to do ; He's ...
... arm , ' Come down , come down , lord Hardyknute , And rid your king frae harm . ' VIII . Then red , red grew his dark - brown cheeks , Sae did his dark - brown brow ; His looks grew keen , as they were wont In dangers great to do ; He's ...
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... arm Frae manly feats of strife ; But now that Norse do's proudly boast Fair Scotland to inthrall , It's ne'er be said of Hardyknute , He fear'd to fight or fall . XI . Robin of Rothsay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows shoot sae leel , That ...
... arm Frae manly feats of strife ; But now that Norse do's proudly boast Fair Scotland to inthrall , It's ne'er be said of Hardyknute , He fear'd to fight or fall . XI . Robin of Rothsay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows shoot sae leel , That ...
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... arms strong , Cry'd , ' Where is Hardyknute sae fam'd , And fear'd at Britain's throne : Tho ' Britons tremble at ... arm That left thee power to strike : ' Then ga ' his head a blow sae fell , It made him doun to stoup , As laigh as he ...
... arms strong , Cry'd , ' Where is Hardyknute sae fam'd , And fear'd at Britain's throne : Tho ' Britons tremble at ... arm That left thee power to strike : ' Then ga ' his head a blow sae fell , It made him doun to stoup , As laigh as he ...
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... arms forfeebled grew , Sair wreck'd wi ' that day's toils : E'en fierce - born minds now lang'd for peace , And curs'd war's cruel broils . Yet still wars horns sounded to charge , Swords clash'd and harness rang ; But saftly sae ilk ...
... arms forfeebled grew , Sair wreck'd wi ' that day's toils : E'en fierce - born minds now lang'd for peace , And curs'd war's cruel broils . Yet still wars horns sounded to charge , Swords clash'd and harness rang ; But saftly sae ilk ...
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Aldingar alliteration Anapestic ancient awaye ballad Bannatyne's banyshed beggar Boldly I preach bonny lasse Braes of Yarrow busk Cæsura copy courtier crown dailye daye death doth Dub a dub Earl earl marshall Earl of Murray Editor Editor's folio Edward England English faire father gallant gold grace Hardyknute hath heart heire of Linne Henry intitled Jane Shore John king knight kyng lady ladye lero Lilli live lord Lord Vaux luve Makyne mankynde I love Mary Ambree metre MS.-Ver mynde never noble poem poets pray pretty Bessee prince printed Prol queene quoth reign Rosamond sayd sayes Says old Simon schal Scotland Scots Scottish shee shew sholde sir Aldingar Sir Andrew song sorrow stanza sweet Synge tanner tell thay thee ther therfore thou art thou hast thou shalt unto verse wold writer written wyll young
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Sida 259 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Sida 213 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Sida 251 - 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' eclipse and glory of her kind.
Sida 252 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate...
Sida 171 - I bade you bring him wi' you, But forbade you him to slay. He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring ; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh ! he might hae been a king. He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the ba' ; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
Sida 296 - Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow. Fair was thy...
Sida 180 - For seven hours to all men's view This fight endured sore, Until our men so feeble grew That they could fight no more ; And then upon dead horses Full savourly they eat, And drank the puddle water ; They could no better get.
Sida 279 - 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?
Sida 251 - 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?
Sida 183 - A gentleman of Wales, a knight of Cales, And a laird of the North country ; But a yeoman of Kent with his yearly rent Will buy them out all three.