Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, Volumes 1-21877 |
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... grounds for this in the oldest writers ; but the general names in Latin , histrio , mimus , joculator , ministrallus , & c . in French , menestrier , mene- strel , jongleur , jugleur , & c . and in English , Jogeleur , jugler , minstrel ...
... grounds for this in the oldest writers ; but the general names in Latin , histrio , mimus , joculator , ministrallus , & c . in French , menestrier , mene- strel , jongleur , jugleur , & c . and in English , Jogeleur , jugler , minstrel ...
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... ground , and were also fresh from sleep , while the English were greatly fatigued with their previous march . - By Henry L. Percy , according to this ballad , and our old English historians , as Stow , Speed , & c . , but borne down by ...
... ground , and were also fresh from sleep , while the English were greatly fatigued with their previous march . - By Henry L. Percy , according to this ballad , and our old English historians , as Stow , Speed , & c . , but borne down by ...
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... , Shale's MS . It should perhaps be Swards : i.e. the surface of the ground : viz . when the fields are in their beauty : ' or perhaps shades . And they away to the greene forrèst A shooting forth 66 RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY .
... , Shale's MS . It should perhaps be Swards : i.e. the surface of the ground : viz . when the fields are in their beauty : ' or perhaps shades . And they away to the greene forrèst A shooting forth 66 RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY .
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... have the scene laid within 20 miles of England ; which is indeed all poetic ground , green hills , remains of woods , clear brooks . The pastoral scenes remain : Of the rude chivalry of former ages 94 RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY .
... have the scene laid within 20 miles of England ; which is indeed all poetic ground , green hills , remains of woods , clear brooks . The pastoral scenes remain : Of the rude chivalry of former ages 94 RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY .
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... grounds , impute the barbarity here deplored , either to a Gordon , or a Car , as best suited his purpose . In the third volume the Reader will find a similar instance . See the song of Gil Morris , wherein the principal character ...
... grounds , impute the barbarity here deplored , either to a Gordon , or a Car , as best suited his purpose . In the third volume the Reader will find a similar instance . See the song of Gil Morris , wherein the principal character ...
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Page 97 - 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.
Page 111 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 85 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Page 111 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Page 129 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 25 - 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.
Page 84 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 85 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 129 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 23 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?