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±ÇF.C. and J. Rivington, 1812 |
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... dead , but conveied awaie by the Fairies into some pleasant place , where he should remaine for a time , " and then returne againe and reign in as great autho- " rity as ever . " Holinshed , B. 5. c . 14 .; or , as it is expressed in an ...
... dead , but conveied awaie by the Fairies into some pleasant place , where he should remaine for a time , " and then returne againe and reign in as great autho- " rity as ever . " Holinshed , B. 5. c . 14 .; or , as it is expressed in an ...
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... dead and scattered on the molde ; The 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 ...
... dead and scattered on the molde ; The 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 ...
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... dead ; All for a sword , that wins thine eye : Nowe goe againe , and throwe it in , Or here the one of us shall dye . The duke , all shent with this rebuke , No aunswere made unto the kinge : But to the rivere tooke the sworde , 165 And ...
... dead ; All for a sword , that wins thine eye : Nowe goe againe , and throwe it in , Or here the one of us shall dye . The duke , all shent with this rebuke , No aunswere made unto the kinge : But to the rivere tooke the sworde , 165 And ...
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... dead , That thou shedst manye a teare ? 40 Ver . 19. unbethought , [ properly onbethought ] this word is still used in the Midland counties in the same sense as bethought . Ver . 32 , blend , MS . Or Or , if it be my head bookes - man ...
... dead , That thou shedst manye a teare ? 40 Ver . 19. unbethought , [ properly onbethought ] this word is still used in the Midland counties in the same sense as bethought . Ver . 32 , blend , MS . Or Or , if it be my head bookes - man ...
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... dead corse shalt thou lie . 55 O call now downe my faire ladye , O call her downe to mee : And tell my ladye gay how sicke , And like to die I bee . Downe then came his ladye faire , All clad in purple and pall : The rings that were on ...
... dead corse shalt thou lie . 55 O call now downe my faire ladye , O call her downe to mee : And tell my ladye gay how sicke , And like to die I bee . Downe then came his ladye faire , All clad in purple and pall : The rings that were on ...
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254 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.
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th...
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - At cards for kisses — Cupid 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. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
393 ÆäÀÌÁö - So shall the fairest face appear When youth and years are flown; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death has reft their crown.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
337 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
126 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. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the...