Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, Etc |
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... brings us to Dies Martis , and we see in each the god of war as the patron of the day ; therefore as Termagant or Termagaunte is always spoken of in connection with battles , may not the derivation be Tyr mazan , the mighty Tyr , the ...
... brings us to Dies Martis , and we see in each the god of war as the patron of the day ; therefore as Termagant or Termagaunte is always spoken of in connection with battles , may not the derivation be Tyr mazan , the mighty Tyr , the ...
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... bring you a ready token , Or Ile never more you see . The lady is gone to her own chaumbère , Her maydens following bright : Syr Cauline lope from care - bed soone , And to the Eldridge hills is gone , For to wake there all night . Unto ...
... bring you a ready token , Or Ile never more you see . The lady is gone to her own chaumbère , Her maydens following bright : Syr Cauline lope from care - bed soone , And to the Eldridge hills is gone , For to wake there all night . Unto ...
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... bring away . Now welcome , welcome , syr Cauline , Thrice welcome unto mee , For now I perceive thou art a true knighte , Of valour bolde and free . O ladye , I am thy own true knighte , Thy hests for to obaye : And mought I hope to ...
... bring away . Now welcome , welcome , syr Cauline , Thrice welcome unto mee , For now I perceive thou art a true knighte , Of valour bolde and free . O ladye , I am thy own true knighte , Thy hests for to obaye : And mought I hope to ...
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... bring her from bowre to hall ; And as many gentle squiers , To tend upon them all . The talents of golde were on her head sette , Hanged low downe to her knee ; And everye ring on her small finger Shone of the KING ESTMERE . 59.
... bring her from bowre to hall ; And as many gentle squiers , To tend upon them all . The talents of golde were on her head sette , Hanged low downe to her knee ; And everye ring on her small finger Shone of the KING ESTMERE . 59.
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... bring rain and to blight the flowers . many lyons , Made of fyne golde ; with divers sundry dragons . * The little turrets with ymages of golde About was set , whiche with the wynde aye moved With propre vices , that I did well beholde ...
... bring rain and to blight the flowers . many lyons , Made of fyne golde ; with divers sundry dragons . * The little turrets with ymages of golde About was set , whiche with the wynde aye moved With propre vices , that I did well beholde ...
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Page 386 - 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.
Page 35 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style...
Page 121 - 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!
Page 349 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Page 124 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never. " Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found, Since summer trees were leafy.
Page 121 - 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 ! Age, I do defy thee : — O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long.
Page 115 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Page 373 - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge dares not venture Lest herself fast she lay ; If love come, he will enter And soon find out his way.
Page 254 - Now three weeks' space to thee will I give, And that is the longest time thou hast to live; For if thou dost not answer my questions three, Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to me.
Page 267 - 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?