Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, Page 111, Volume 21858 |
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... sorrow come thay thedyr . Wo was Hawkyn , wo was Herry , Wo was Tomkyn , wo was Terry , And so was all the bachelary , When thay met togedyr . 1 At that fest thay wer servyd with a ryche aray , Every fyve & fyve had a cokenay ; 220 225 ...
... sorrow come thay thedyr . Wo was Hawkyn , wo was Herry , Wo was Tomkyn , wo was Terry , And so was all the bachelary , When thay met togedyr . 1 At that fest thay wer servyd with a ryche aray , Every fyve & fyve had a cokenay ; 220 225 ...
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... sorrow , mine the fault , And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought , And stretch me where he lay . And there forlorn despairing hid , I'll lay me down and die : ' Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will ...
... sorrow , mine the fault , And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought , And stretch me where he lay . And there forlorn despairing hid , I'll lay me down and die : ' Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will ...
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... sorrow I swett , That [ Aeolus 2 ] through the eccho did cause me to hear . Then I drew me down into a dale , whereas the dumb deer 61 Did shiver for a shower ; but I shunted from a freyke : For I would no wight in this world wist who I ...
... sorrow I swett , That [ Aeolus 2 ] through the eccho did cause me to hear . Then I drew me down into a dale , whereas the dumb deer 61 Did shiver for a shower ; but I shunted from a freyke : For I would no wight in this world wist who I ...
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... sorrows end . ' Sorely shent wi ' this rebuke , Sorely shent was the heire of Linne ; His heart , I wis , was near to brast With guilt and sorrowe , shame and sinne . Never a word spake the heire of Linne , 15 20 25 25 Never a word he ...
... sorrows end . ' Sorely shent wi ' this rebuke , Sorely shent was the heire of Linne ; His heart , I wis , was near to brast With guilt and sorrowe , shame and sinne . Never a word spake the heire of Linne , 15 20 25 25 Never a word he ...
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... sorrow she conceivde Her vitall spirits faile ; And falling down all in a swoone Before king Henryes face , Full oft he in his princelye armes Her bodye did embrace : And twentye times , with watery eyes , He kist her tender cheeke ...
... sorrow she conceivde Her vitall spirits faile ; And falling down all in a swoone Before king Henryes face , Full oft he in his princelye armes Her bodye did embrace : And twentye times , with watery eyes , He kist her tender cheeke ...
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Aldingar alliteration Anapestic ancient awaye ballad Bannatyne's banyshed beggar Boldly I preach bonny lasse Braes of Yarrow busk Cæsura copy courtier crown dailye daye death doth Dub a dub Earl earl marshall Earl of Murray Editor Editor's folio Edward England English faire father gallant gold grace Hardyknute hath heart heire of Linne Henry intitled Jane Shore John king knight kyng lady ladye lero Lilli live lord Lord Vaux luve Makyne mankynde I love Mary Ambree metre MS.-Ver mynde never noble poem poets pray pretty Bessee prince printed Prol queene quoth reign Rosamond sayd sayes Says old Simon schal Scotland Scots Scottish shee shew sholde sir Aldingar Sir Andrew song sorrow stanza sweet Synge tanner tell thay thee ther therfore thou art thou hast thou shalt unto verse wold writer written wyll young
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Page 259 - 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 213 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 251 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.
Page 252 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate...
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 296 - Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow. Fair was thy...
Page 180 - For seven hours to all men's view This fight endured sore, Until our men so feeble grew That they could fight no more ; And then upon dead horses Full savourly they eat, And drank the puddle water ; They could no better get.
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 251 - 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?
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.