Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, Etc |
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... Quoth hee , If cryance come till my heart , I am ffar from any good towne . And soone he spyde on the mores so broad , A furyous wight and fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll : And soe fast he called on syr ...
... Quoth hee , If cryance come till my heart , I am ffar from any good towne . And soone he spyde on the mores so broad , A furyous wight and fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll : And soe fast he called on syr ...
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... quoth the dwarffe , and louted lowe , Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knight is his own cousine , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : And hee is come to ...
... quoth the dwarffe , and louted lowe , Behold that hend Soldàin ! Behold these heads I beare with me ! They are kings which he hath slain . The Eldridge knight is his own cousine , Whom a knight of thine hath shent : And hee is come to ...
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... Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And spying a secrette part , He drave it into the soldan's syde , And pierced him to the heart . Then all the people ...
... Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And spying a secrette part , He drave it into the soldan's syde , And pierced him to the heart . Then all the people ...
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... quoth hee , thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . * i.e. entice . † A part of a song . Here a strain of music gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemelye it is ...
... quoth hee , thy bryde soe gay , As shee sitts by thy knee , And as many gold nobles I will give , As leaves been on a tree . * i.e. entice . † A part of a song . Here a strain of music gay , Iff I did sell her thee ? More seemelye it is ...
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... quoth John , As the wind that blowes ore a hill ; For if itt be never so loude this night , To - morrow itt may be still . Buske yee , bowne yee , my merry men all , And John shall goe with mee , For Ile goe seeke yond wight yeomen , In ...
... quoth John , As the wind that blowes ore a hill ; For if itt be never so loude this night , To - morrow itt may be still . Buske yee , bowne yee , my merry men all , And John shall goe with mee , For Ile goe seeke yond wight yeomen , In ...
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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?