Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date, 3±ÇSamuel Richards and Company Grocer's Hall Court, Poultry, 1866 |
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... Death . A Fragment 5. The Legend of King Arthur 52 55 62 7. Glasgerion 6. A Dyttie to Hey Downe 8. Old Robin of Portingale 66 67 71 9. Child Waters 10. Phillida and Corydon . By Nich . Breton 11. Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard • 12 ...
... Death . A Fragment 5. The Legend of King Arthur 52 55 62 7. Glasgerion 6. A Dyttie to Hey Downe 8. Old Robin of Portingale 66 67 71 9. Child Waters 10. Phillida and Corydon . By Nich . Breton 11. Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard • 12 ...
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... death of his son , orders , by the advice of one Eldrede , that a lion , kept pur- posely from food , shall be turned loose upon Richard . But the king's daughter , having fallen in love with him , tells him of her father's resolution ...
... death of his son , orders , by the advice of one Eldrede , that a lion , kept pur- posely from food , shall be turned loose upon Richard . But the king's daughter , having fallen in love with him , tells him of her father's resolution ...
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... story of the giant's mantle , made of the beards of kings . 2 i . e . set round the border , as furs are now round the gowns of magis- trates . IV . King Arthur's Death . A FRAGMENT . THE 54 KING RYENCE'S CHALLENGE .
... story of the giant's mantle , made of the beards of kings . 2 i . e . set round the border , as furs are now round the gowns of magis- trates . IV . King Arthur's Death . A FRAGMENT . THE 54 KING RYENCE'S CHALLENGE .
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... Death . A FRAGMENT . THE subject of this ballad is evidently taken from the old romance Morte Arthur , but with some variations , especially in the concluding stanzas ; in which the author seems ... DEATH . 55 King Arthur's Death A Fragment.
... Death . A FRAGMENT . THE subject of this ballad is evidently taken from the old romance Morte Arthur , but with some variations , especially in the concluding stanzas ; in which the author seems ... DEATH . 55 King Arthur's Death A Fragment.
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... kinge . Sir Mordred alsoe charged his hoste , In readinesse there for to bee ; But noe man sholde noe weapon sturre , But if a sworde drawne they shold see . 40 For he durste not his unkle truste , Nor he 56 KING ARTHUR'S DEATH .
... kinge . Sir Mordred alsoe charged his hoste , In readinesse there for to bee ; But noe man sholde noe weapon sturre , But if a sworde drawne they shold see . 40 For he durste not his unkle truste , Nor he 56 KING ARTHUR'S DEATH .
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195 ÆäÀÌÁö - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. 0 Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me 1 ?* THE SONGS OF BIRDS.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) ; With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - When death has reft their crown. Her bloom was like the springing flower, That sips the silver dew; The rose was budded in her cheek, Just opening to the view. But love had, like the canker-worm, Consumed her early prime: The rose grew pale, and left her cheek; She died before her time. 'Awake!
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cowley : so, on the contrary, an ordinary song or ballad, that is the delight of the common people, cannot fail to please all such readers as are not unqualified for the entertainment by their affectation or ignorance ; and the reason is plain, because the same paintings of nature which recommend it to the most ordinary reader, will appear beautiful to the most refined.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or her well-deservings, known, Make me quite forget my own?
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away.
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake ? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break...
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain. But since of late Elizabeth, And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath, As when the time hath bin.