Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads, songs, and other pieces [ed. by T. Percy]. [4 other copies with cancel leaves in vol. 1].1839 |
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... Thou Harper , how durst thou be so bold to sing this song before me ? Sir , said Eliot , wit you well I am a Minstrell , and I must doe as I am commanded of these Lords that I bear the armes of . And , Sir King , wit you well that Sir ...
... Thou Harper , how durst thou be so bold to sing this song before me ? Sir , said Eliot , wit you well I am a Minstrell , and I must doe as I am commanded of these Lords that I bear the armes of . And , Sir King , wit you well that Sir ...
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... thou saw me not with yee : My trowth ys plight to yonne Skottysh knyght , 45 It nedes me not to layne , That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent , And I have hys trowth agayne : By my good faythe , sayd the noble Percy , Now haste thou ...
... thou saw me not with yee : My trowth ys plight to yonne Skottysh knyght , 45 It nedes me not to layne , That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent , And I have hys trowth agayne : By my good faythe , sayd the noble Percy , Now haste thou ...
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... thou fayr ladyè . Nowe ryse up wightlye , man for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; 90 90 For ' but ' if cryance comes till my heart , I weene but thou mun dye . He sayth , ' No ' cryance comes till my heart , Nor in fayth , I wyll not ...
... thou fayr ladyè . Nowe ryse up wightlye , man for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; 90 90 For ' but ' if cryance comes till my heart , I weene but thou mun dye . He sayth , ' No ' cryance comes till my heart , Nor in fayth , I wyll not ...
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... thou art a true knighte , Of valour bolde and free . 160 O ladye , I am thy own true knighte , Thy hests for to obaye : And mought I hope to winne thy love ! Ne more his tonge colde say . " But as extremes are short of ill and good ...
... thou art a true knighte , Of valour bolde and free . 160 O ladye , I am thy own true knighte , Thy hests for to obaye : And mought I hope to winne thy love ! Ne more his tonge colde say . " But as extremes are short of ill and good ...
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... Thou speakst proud words , sayes the King of Thou harper , here to mee There is a man within this halle kyngs halle . 205 [ Spaine , Upon his coate will byte . And you shal be a harper , brother Will beate thy ladd and thee . 210 155 O ...
... Thou speakst proud words , sayes the King of Thou harper , here to mee There is a man within this halle kyngs halle . 205 [ Spaine , Upon his coate will byte . And you shal be a harper , brother Will beate thy ladd and thee . 210 155 O ...
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Стр. 264 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 63 - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare; Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
Стр. 155 - 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.
Стр. 109 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; 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.
Стр. 52 - My mother had a maid call'd Barbara ; She was in love, and he she lov'd prov'd mad And did forsake her ; she had a song of ' willow ' ; An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it...
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Стр. 247 - Danced ful oft in many a grene mede. This was the old opinion as I rede; I speke of many hundred yeres ago; But now can no man see non elves mo...