Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date, Volym 2S. Sonnenschein, Lebas, & Lowrey, 1886 |
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... heart with them into Palestine . This dying command of the king was never performed . Our poet , with the honest prejudices of an English- man , attributes this failure to the advice of the king of France , whose daughter Isabel , the ...
... heart with them into Palestine . This dying command of the king was never performed . Our poet , with the honest prejudices of an English- man , attributes this failure to the advice of the king of France , whose daughter Isabel , the ...
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... heart . 2 for a while hearken ye . wrought . 8 lieth . 5 methinketh . 9 through . 11 in war wary and wise . 6 lie still . 5 ΤΟ 12 15 3 grief . 7 ought . 10 his name spread abroad . 12 hands wring . ] Byfore that oure kyng was ded , He ...
... heart . 2 for a while hearken ye . wrought . 8 lieth . 5 methinketh . 9 through . 11 in war wary and wise . 6 lie still . 5 ΤΟ 12 15 3 grief . 7 ought . 10 his name spread abroad . 12 hands wring . ] Byfore that oure kyng was ded , He ...
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... heart with griefe will brast.3 ] I had thought swevens ' had never been true ; I have proved them true at last . [ 1 loathsome . 2 complexion . 3 burst . 4 dreams . ] 65 I dreamt in my sweven on thursday eve , In 56 SIR ALDINGAR .
... heart with griefe will brast.3 ] I had thought swevens ' had never been true ; I have proved them true at last . [ 1 loathsome . 2 complexion . 3 burst . 4 dreams . ] 65 I dreamt in my sweven on thursday eve , In 56 SIR ALDINGAR .
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... heart with griefe will brast3 ] I had thought swevens1 had never been true ; I have proved them true at last . [ 1loathsome . complexion . 3 burst . 4 dreams . ] 65 I dreamt in my sweven on thursday eve , In 56 SIR ALDINGAR .
... heart with griefe will brast3 ] I had thought swevens1 had never been true ; I have proved them true at last . [ 1loathsome . complexion . 3 burst . 4 dreams . ] 65 I dreamt in my sweven on thursday eve , In 56 SIR ALDINGAR .
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... heart all hale , Eik and my maiden - heid : Sen God , he sendis bute for bale , ' And for murning remeid , I'dern with thee bot gif I dale , ' Doubtless I am but deid . " Makyne , to - morn be this ilk tyde , Gif ye will meit me heir ...
... heart all hale , Eik and my maiden - heid : Sen God , he sendis bute for bale , ' And for murning remeid , I'dern with thee bot gif I dale , ' Doubtless I am but deid . " Makyne , to - morn be this ilk tyde , Gif ye will meit me heir ...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Volym 2 Thomas Percy,Henry Benjamin Wheatley Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1876 |
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Volym 2 Thomas Percy Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1876 |
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ... Thomas Percy Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1889 |
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Sida 287 - 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 271 - 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 261 - 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 255 - And then your grace need not make any doubt But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be gone so soone ! — Now from the third question thou must not shrinke, But tell me here truly what I do thinke.
Sida 254 - The first is to tell him there in that stead, With his crowne of golde so fair on his head, Among all his liege-men so noble of birth, To within one penny of what he is worth. " The seconde, to tell him, without any doubt, How soone he may ride this whole world about.
Sida 71 - I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Sida 266 - And leave none to keep house, but our new porter John, Who relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a stone; Like a young courtier &c.
Sida 252 - The following is chiefly printed from an ancient black-letter copy to "the tune of Deny down." AN ancient story He tell you anon Of a notable prince, that was called King John ; And he ruled England with maine and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintein'd little right.
Sida 270 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Sida 2 - THOUGH some make slight of libels, yet you may see by them how the wind sits : as take a straw and throw it up into the air, you shall see by that which way the wind is, which you shall not do by casting up a stone. More solid things do not show the complexion of the times so well as ballads and libels.