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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... beauty fro your herte chased Pitee , that me n ' availeth not to pleyn ; For daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne . 2 . Giltless my deth thus have ye purchased ; I sey yow soth , me nedeth not to fayn : So hath your beaute fro your ...
... beauty fro your herte chased Pitee , that me n ' availeth not to pleyn ; For daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne . 2 . Giltless my deth thus have ye purchased ; I sey yow soth , me nedeth not to fayn : So hath your beaute fro your ...
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... Beauty entred with her band , With bagge and baggage , sely wretch , I yelded into Beauties hand . Then Beautie bad to blow retrete , And every souldier to retire , And mercy wyll'd with spede to fet Me captive bound as prisoner ...
... Beauty entred with her band , With bagge and baggage , sely wretch , I yelded into Beauties hand . Then Beautie bad to blow retrete , And every souldier to retire , And mercy wyll'd with spede to fet Me captive bound as prisoner ...
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... beauty all tò deare . What reason is that crueltie With beautie should have part ? Or els that such great tyranny Should dwell in womans hart ? I see therefore to shape my death She cruelly is prest ; To th'ende that I may want my ...
... beauty all tò deare . What reason is that crueltie With beautie should have part ? Or els that such great tyranny Should dwell in womans hart ? I see therefore to shape my death She cruelly is prest ; To th'ende that I may want my ...
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... beauty deem'd , Nae marrow had in all the land , Save ELENOR the queen . III . Full thirteen sons to him she bare , All men of valour stout ; In bloody fight with sword in hand Nine lost their lives bot doubt : Four yet remain , lang ...
... beauty deem'd , Nae marrow had in all the land , Save ELENOR the queen . III . Full thirteen sons to him she bare , All men of valour stout ; In bloody fight with sword in hand Nine lost their lives bot doubt : Four yet remain , lang ...
Sida 82
... beauty fam'd . My youngest son shall here remain To guard these stately towers , And shut the silver bolt that keeps Sae fast your painted bowers . ' 90 95 100 XIV . And first she wet her comely cheiks , 105 And then her boddice green ...
... beauty fam'd . My youngest son shall here remain To guard these stately towers , And shut the silver bolt that keeps Sae fast your painted bowers . ' 90 95 100 XIV . And first she wet her comely cheiks , 105 And then her boddice green ...
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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.