Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, ÆäÀÌÁö 111,2±Ç1858 |
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... doth me lede . All this make ye ; Now let us fle ; The day cometh fast upon ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . HE . Nay , nay , nat so ; ye shall nat go , And I shall tell ye why , - Your appetyght is to be ...
... doth me lede . All this make ye ; Now let us fle ; The day cometh fast upon ; For , in my mynde , of all mankynde I love but you alone . HE . Nay , nay , nat so ; ye shall nat go , And I shall tell ye why , - Your appetyght is to be ...
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... wofull chaunce . [ For unkyndness , Withouten less , And no redress , Me doth avaunce , ' Horace Walpole . - ED . 5 With displesaunce , To my grevaunce , And no suraunce 36 RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY . A Balet by the Earl Rivers.
... wofull chaunce . [ For unkyndness , Withouten less , And no redress , Me doth avaunce , ' Horace Walpole . - ED . 5 With displesaunce , To my grevaunce , And no suraunce 36 RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY . A Balet by the Earl Rivers.
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... doth wry All contrary From myn entent . My lyff was lent Me to on intent , Hytt is ny spent . Welcome fortune ! But I ne went Thus to be shent , But sho hit ment ; Such is hur won . 10 15 20 20 VIII . CUPID'S ASSAULT : BY LORD VAUX ...
... doth wry All contrary From myn entent . My lyff was lent Me to on intent , Hytt is ny spent . Welcome fortune ! But I ne went Thus to be shent , But sho hit ment ; Such is hur won . 10 15 20 20 VIII . CUPID'S ASSAULT : BY LORD VAUX ...
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... doth cause you moane ? ' The damsell scant wolde deigne a looke , But fast she pricked on . " Yet turn againe , thou faïre damsèlle , And greete thy queene from mee : When bale is att hyest , boote is nyest , Nowe helpe enoughe may bee ...
... doth cause you moane ? ' The damsell scant wolde deigne a looke , But fast she pricked on . " Yet turn againe , thou faïre damsèlle , And greete thy queene from mee : When bale is att hyest , boote is nyest , Nowe helpe enoughe may bee ...
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... doth well . Forgive , forgive me , queene , madame , The short time I must live . ' ' Nowe Christ forgive thee , Aldingar , As freely I forgive . ' 200 ' Here take thy queene , our king Harryè , 205 And love her as thy life , For never ...
... doth well . Forgive , forgive me , queene , madame , The short time I must live . ' ' Nowe Christ forgive thee , Aldingar , As freely I forgive . ' 200 ' Here take thy queene , our king Harryè , 205 And love her as thy life , For never ...
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259 ÆäÀÌÁö - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate...
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - I bade you bring him wi' you, But forbade you him to slay. He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring ; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh ! he might hae been a king. He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the ba' ; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
296 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow. Fair was thy...
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - For seven hours to all men's view This fight endured sore, Until our men so feeble grew That they could fight no more ; And then upon dead horses Full savourly they eat, And drank the puddle water ; They could no better get.
279 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?
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - A gentleman of Wales, a knight of Cales, And a laird of the North country ; But a yeoman of Kent with his yearly rent Will buy them out all three.