Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, Volume 21864 |
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... Round O. Though so early adopted by them , our ancestors had not the honour of inventing it : Chaucer picked it up , along with other better things , among the neighbouring nations . A fondness for labo- rious trifles hath always ...
... Round O. Though so early adopted by them , our ancestors had not the honour of inventing it : Chaucer picked it up , along with other better things , among the neighbouring nations . A fondness for labo- rious trifles hath always ...
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... round . ' ' Here's twentye groates of white moneyè , Sith thou will have it of mee . ' ' I would have sworne now , ' quoth the tanner , " Thou hadst not had one penniè . But since we two have made a change , A change we must abide ...
... round . ' ' Here's twentye groates of white moneyè , Sith thou will have it of mee . ' ' I would have sworne now , ' quoth the tanner , " Thou hadst not had one penniè . But since we two have made a change , A change we must abide ...
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... round my Fairly fair , Nor ward stands on my wa ' , 805 810 315 820 ' What bodes it ? Robert , Thomas , say ; ' — Nae answer fitts their dread . ' Stand back , my sons , I'le be your guide ; ' But by they past with speed . 325 XLII ...
... round my Fairly fair , Nor ward stands on my wa ' , 805 810 315 820 ' What bodes it ? Robert , Thomas , say ; ' — Nae answer fitts their dread . ' Stand back , my sons , I'le be your guide ; ' But by they past with speed . 325 XLII ...
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... round point drew , ' Twas all but shot in vain : Right strengthy arms forfeebled grew , Sair wreck'd wi ' that day's toils : E'en fierce - born minds now lang'd for peace , And curs'd war's cruel broils . Yet still wars horns sounded to ...
... round point drew , ' Twas all but shot in vain : Right strengthy arms forfeebled grew , Sair wreck'd wi ' that day's toils : E'en fierce - born minds now lang'd for peace , And curs'd war's cruel broils . Yet still wars horns sounded to ...
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... round his necke the corde he drewe , And sprang aloft with his bodìe : When lo ! the ceiling burst in twaine , And to the ground came tumbling hee . Astonyed lay the heire of Linne , Ne knewe if he were live or dead : At length he ...
... round his necke the corde he drewe , And sprang aloft with his bodìe : When lo ! the ceiling burst in twaine , And to the ground came tumbling hee . Astonyed lay the heire of Linne , Ne knewe if he were live or dead : At length he ...
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ancient Andrew Barton awaye ballad Bannatyne's banyshed bonny brave busk comelye copy cowe-hide dame daye death doth Earl earl marshall earl of Surrey Editor Editor's folio Edward England English faire father fight frae gallant gold grace grene wode go grype Hardyknute hart hath heart heire of Linne Henry Horseley intitled Juventus knight kyng lady ladye land lazar Lilli little John Lord Vaux luve Makyne mankynde I love Mary Ambree metre MS.-Ver mynde never noble poem poets pray pretty Bessee printed Prol queene quoth reign Robin Rosamond sayd sayes schal Scotland Scots Scottish shee shew sholde sir Aldingar song sorrow stanza sweet Synge tanner tell thay the[e thee ther Thomas thou art thou hast thou shalt unto verse wele Wherfore wold word writer written wyll wyth
Popular passages
Page 258 - 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 fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 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'.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 27 - To part with you, the same : And sure all tho, that do not so, True lovers are they none ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Page 248 - O these are hard questions for my shallow wit, Nor I cannot answer your Grace as yet ; But if you will give me but three weeks space, I'll do my endeavour to answer your Grace.'
Page 303 - COME listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts, and lovers dear ; Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh, Nor will you blush to shed a tear. And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid, Do thou a pensive ear incline ; For thou canst weep at every woe, And pity every plaint, but mine. Young Dawson was a gallant...
Page 248 - I must give, That I have but three days more to live; For if I do not answer him questions three, My head will be smitten from my bodie.
Page 254 - With a new study, stuft full of pamphlets, and plays, And a new chaplain, that swears faster than he prays. With a new buttery hatch, that opens once in four or five days, And a new French cook, to devise fine kickshaws, and toys; Like a young courtier.
Page 242 - Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.