The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sidor |
Från bokens innehåll
Resultat 1-3 av 68
Sida 291
... play the knave , And wise men play at Noddy . Some Youths will now a Mumming goe ; Some others play at Rowland - hoe , And , twenty other Gameboyes moe : Because they will be merry . Then wherefore in these merry daies , Should we I ...
... play the knave , And wise men play at Noddy . Some Youths will now a Mumming goe ; Some others play at Rowland - hoe , And , twenty other Gameboyes moe : Because they will be merry . Then wherefore in these merry daies , Should we I ...
Sida 408
... play'd , the Gaitlings gedder'd , And whan he spake , the Carl bledder'd : On Sabbath days his Cap was fedder'd , a seemly Weid . In the Kirk - yeard , his Mare stood tedder'd , where he lies dead . Alas ! for him my Heart is sair , For ...
... play'd , the Gaitlings gedder'd , And whan he spake , the Carl bledder'd : On Sabbath days his Cap was fedder'd , a seemly Weid . In the Kirk - yeard , his Mare stood tedder'd , where he lies dead . Alas ! for him my Heart is sair , For ...
Sida 673
... play indeed , When I hae sic a dancer . ' ' Weel hae you play'd your part , ' quoth Meg , ' Your cheeks are like the crimson ; There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel , Since we lost Habbie Simpson . I've liv'd in Fife , baith maid and ...
... play indeed , When I hae sic a dancer . ' ' Weel hae you play'd your part , ' quoth Meg , ' Your cheeks are like the crimson ; There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel , Since we lost Habbie Simpson . I've liv'd in Fife , baith maid and ...
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1938 |
The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Ingen förhandsgranskning - 1934 |
Vanliga ord och fraser
agen Angels Ayres beauty blest blood breast breath brest bright crowne dayes dead dear death delight didst Divine dost doth drest e'er Earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair Fame fantastick Fate fear fire flame flowers flowre Francis Beaumont Friend give glory grace grief grones hand happy hath head heart Heaven Hesperides Il Pastor Fido King kisse lero light live look Lord lov'd Lovers Lycidas mind mortal Muse Musick ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er pain peace pleasure Poems Poets Polyolbion Pow'r praise Priam Quire Rose sacred selfe shade shalt shee shew shine sigh sight sing sinne skie sleep Song Sonnet Soul Spirit Spring Starres Sunne sweet tears thee thine things thir thou art thought truth twas twill unto Verse vertue weep Whilst wind wings