Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy1880 - 438ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... heart moved more than with a trumpet : and yet ' it ' is sung but by some blinde crowder , with no rougher voice , than rude style ; which beeing so evill apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivill age , what would it work ...
... heart moved more than with a trumpet : and yet ' it ' is sung but by some blinde crowder , with no rougher voice , than rude style ; which beeing so evill apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivill age , what would it work ...
53 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heart wold rue , Giff harm shold happe to thee , ) Upon Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne , Upon the mores brodinge ; And dare ye , syr knighte , wake there all nighte Untill the fayre morninge ? For the Eldridge knighte , so mickle ...
... heart wold rue , Giff harm shold happe to thee , ) Upon Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne , Upon the mores brodinge ; And dare ye , syr knighte , wake there all nighte Untill the fayre morninge ? For the Eldridge knighte , so mickle ...
54 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heart was brought from bale to blisse , The teares sterte from his ee . But keep my counsayl , syr Cauline , Ne let no man it knowe ; For and ever my father sholde it ken , I wot he wolde us sloe . From that daye forthe that ladye fayre ...
... heart was brought from bale to blisse , The teares sterte from his ee . But keep my counsayl , syr Cauline , Ne let no man it knowe ; For and ever my father sholde it ken , I wot he wolde us sloe . From that daye forthe that ladye fayre ...
56 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heart was woe : Is there never a knighte of my This matter will undergoe ? round table , Is there never a knighte ... hearts to quail . All woe - begone was that fayre ladyè , When she sawe no helpe was nye : She cast her thought on her ...
... heart was woe : Is there never a knighte of my This matter will undergoe ? round table , Is there never a knighte ... hearts to quail . All woe - begone was that fayre ladyè , When she sawe no helpe was nye : She cast her thought on her ...
57 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heart , And she shriekt loud shriekings three . The knighte he leapt upon his feete , All recklesse of the pain : Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And ...
... heart , And she shriekt loud shriekings three . The knighte he leapt upon his feete , All recklesse of the pain : Quoth hee , But heaven be now my speede , Or else I shall be slaine . He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte , And ...
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117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare; Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
345 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.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never. " Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy ; For young men ever were fickle found, Since summer trees were leafy.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
348 ÆäÀÌÁö - You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite.
367 ÆäÀÌÁö - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge dares not venture Lest herself fast she lay ; If love come, he will enter And soon find out his way.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself...
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.