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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... soon did winn : 90 And scant of all those twenty - four , Went out one quick agenn . None save only a litle foot page , Crept forth at a window of stone : And he had two armes when he came in , 95 And he went back with one . Upp then ...
... soon did winn : 90 And scant of all those twenty - four , Went out one quick agenn . None save only a litle foot page , Crept forth at a window of stone : And he had two armes when he came in , 95 And he went back with one . Upp then ...
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... ladye gay , Till fortune wrought our loves decay ; For there came foes so fierce a band , That soon they over - run the land . 5 10 15 They came upon us in the night , And brent 7 * THE LADY TURNED SERVING - MAN . 99.
... ladye gay , Till fortune wrought our loves decay ; For there came foes so fierce a band , That soon they over - run the land . 5 10 15 They came upon us in the night , And brent 7 * THE LADY TURNED SERVING - MAN . 99.
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... him in his tent . There was a dragon in that land Most fiercelye mett me by the waye As hee a lyon did pursue , Which I myself did alsoe slay , 35 40 45 50 30 Then soon I past the seas from Greece , And 8 * THE LEGEND OF SIR GUY . 115.
... him in his tent . There was a dragon in that land Most fiercelye mett me by the waye As hee a lyon did pursue , Which I myself did alsoe slay , 35 40 45 50 30 Then soon I past the seas from Greece , And 8 * THE LEGEND OF SIR GUY . 115.
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... soon I past the seas from Greece , And came to Pavye land aright : Where I the duke of Pavye killed , His hainous treason to requite . To England then I came with speede , To wedd faire Phelis lady bright : For love of whome I travelled ...
... soon I past the seas from Greece , And came to Pavye land aright : Where I the duke of Pavye killed , His hainous treason to requite . To England then I came with speede , To wedd faire Phelis lady bright : For love of whome I travelled ...
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... soon her secret pain , And soon that pain partook . And when to him the fearful cause She weeping did impart , With kindest speech he strove to heal The anguish of her heart . Be comforted , my lady dear , Those pearly drops refrain ...
... soon her secret pain , And soon that pain partook . And when to him the fearful cause She weeping did impart , With kindest speech he strove to heal The anguish of her heart . Be comforted , my lady dear , Those pearly drops refrain ...
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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.