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 2

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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.

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