Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of the Earlier Poets, with Some of Later Date, Not Included in Any Other Ed. to which is Now Added a Supplement of Many Curious Historical and Narrative Ballads, Reprinted from Rare Copies with a Copious Glossary and NotesThomas Percy F. Bell, 1860 - Всего страниц: 558 |
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Стр. xxii
... never to have designed their rhymes for literary publication , and probably never committed them to writing themselves : what copies are preserved of them were doubtless taken down from their mouths . But as the old Minstrels gradually ...
... never to have designed their rhymes for literary publication , and probably never committed them to writing themselves : what copies are preserved of them were doubtless taken down from their mouths . But as the old Minstrels gradually ...
Стр. xxviii
... never по leasings , nor Ideler leoder pyɲcean ne mihte . ac idle songs compose ne might ; but erne da an da de to æfestnesse lo ! only those things which to religion [ piety ] belumpon . his ða æƑestan tungan belong , and his then pious ...
... never по leasings , nor Ideler leoder pyɲcean ne mihte . ac idle songs compose ne might ; but erne da an da de to æfestnesse lo ! only those things which to religion [ piety ] belumpon . his ða æƑestan tungan belong , and his then pious ...
Стр. xxxii
... never descended down to us ; their testimony therefore is too positive and full to be overturned by the mere silence of the two or three slight Anglo - Saxon epitomes that are now remaining . Vid . note ( G ) . * 1. ii . c . 4 , p . 43 ...
... never descended down to us ; their testimony therefore is too positive and full to be overturned by the mere silence of the two or three slight Anglo - Saxon epitomes that are now remaining . Vid . note ( G ) . * 1. ii . c . 4 , p . 43 ...
Стр. 53
... never born . The wear borne a - long be the watter a Twyde , Then bespayke a squyar off Northom barlonde , I wat youe byn great lordes twaw , I am. This begane on a Monday at morn In Cheviat the hillys so he ; The chyld may rue that ys ...
... never born . The wear borne a - long be the watter a Twyde , Then bespayke a squyar off Northom barlonde , I wat youe byn great lordes twaw , I am. This begane on a Monday at morn In Cheviat the hillys so he ; The chyld may rue that ys ...
Стр. 54
... never se my captayne fyght on a Tyll the bloode owte off their basnetes sprente , fylde , And stande my - selffe , and looke on , But whyll I may my weppone welde , I wyll not fayl ' both harte and hande . That day , that day , that ...
... never se my captayne fyght on a Tyll the bloode owte off their basnetes sprente , fylde , And stande my - selffe , and looke on , But whyll I may my weppone welde , I wyll not fayl ' both harte and hande . That day , that day , that ...
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Стр. 493 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! — "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ! They'll have fleet steeds that follow !
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Стр. 493 - Twere better by far, To have malcli'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! " She is won ! we aie gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!
Стр. xx - ... or else by blind harpers or such like taverne minstrels that give a fit of mirth for a groat, and their matters being for the most part stories of old time, as the tale of sir Topas, the reportes of Bevis of Southampton, Guy of Warwicke, Adam Bell, and Clymme of the Clough, and such other old romances or historicall rimes, made purposely for recreation of the common people at christmasse diners and brideales, and in tavernes and alehouses, and such other places of base resort.
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Стр. 286 - 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.