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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... butler Bedevere . And when the king beheld his knightes , All dead and scattered on the molde : 70 Ver . 41 , 42 , the folio MS . reads father .... sonne . The teares fast trickled downe his face ; That manlye KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 57.
... butler Bedevere . And when the king beheld his knightes , All dead and scattered on the molde : 70 Ver . 41 , 42 , the folio MS . reads father .... sonne . The teares fast trickled downe his face ; That manlye KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 57.
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... teares fast trickled downe his face ; That manlye face in fight so bolde . Nowe reste yee all , brave knights , he said , Soe true and faithful to your trust : And must yee then , ye valiant hearts , Be lefte to moulder into dust ? Most ...
... teares fast trickled downe his face ; That manlye face in fight so bolde . Nowe reste yee all , brave knights , he said , Soe true and faithful to your trust : And must yee then , ye valiant hearts , Be lefte to moulder into dust ? Most ...
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... teares he for his master wept Were blent water and bloude . And that beheard his deare mastèr As he stood at his garden pale : Sayes , Ever alacke , my litle foot - page , What causes thee to wail ? Hath any one done to thee wronge 35 ...
... teares he for his master wept Were blent water and bloude . And that beheard his deare mastèr As he stood at his garden pale : Sayes , Ever alacke , my litle foot - page , What causes thee to wail ? Hath any one done to thee wronge 35 ...
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... teares did flow . It chanc'd the king of that same place With all his lords a hunting was , And seeing me weepe , upon the same Askt who I was , and whence I came . 40 Then to his grace I did replye , I am a poore and friendlesse boye ...
... teares did flow . It chanc'd the king of that same place With all his lords a hunting was , And seeing me weepe , upon the same Askt who I was , and whence I came . 40 Then to his grace I did replye , I am a poore and friendlesse boye ...
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... Thus heard he everye word I sed , And saw the pearlye teares I shed , And found to his amazement there , Sweete William was a ladye faire . 110 Then stepping in , Faire ladye , rise , And 102 THE LADY TURNED SERVING - MAN .
... Thus heard he everye word I sed , And saw the pearlye teares I shed , And found to his amazement there , Sweete William was a ladye faire . 110 Then stepping in , Faire ladye , rise , And 102 THE LADY TURNED SERVING - MAN .
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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.