Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric King) Together with Some Few of Later Date ...J. Dodsley, 1765 |
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... There he entertained Athelstan and his lords with his finging and his mufic : and was at length difmiffed with an honourable reward ; though his fongs must have dif- covered him to have been a Dane . Athelftan was faved from the ...
... There he entertained Athelstan and his lords with his finging and his mufic : and was at length difmiffed with an honourable reward ; though his fongs must have dif- covered him to have been a Dane . Athelftan was faved from the ...
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... there present ‡ , and give us fo diftinct an idea of the character , that I fhall quote the paffage at large . " A PERSON very meet feemed he for the purpofe , of " a xlv years old , aparelled partly as he would himself . " His cap off ...
... there present ‡ , and give us fo diftinct an idea of the character , that I fhall quote the paffage at large . " A PERSON very meet feemed he for the purpofe , of " a xlv years old , aparelled partly as he would himself . " His cap off ...
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... there is room to think it had originally fome foundation in fact . It was one of the laws of the marches frequently renewed be- tween the two nations , that neither party should bunt in the other's borders , without leave from the ...
... there is room to think it had originally fome foundation in fact . It was one of the laws of the marches frequently renewed be- tween the two nations , that neither party should bunt in the other's borders , without leave from the ...
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... ther browd aras cleare . Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went On every fyde fhear , Grea - hondes thorowe the greves glent For to kyll thear dear . The begane in Chyviat the hyls above Yerly on a monnyn day ; B 3 20 1555 25 Be Ver . 11 ...
... ther browd aras cleare . Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went On every fyde fhear , Grea - hondes thorowe the greves glent For to kyll thear dear . The begane in Chyviat the hyls above Yerly on a monnyn day ; B 3 20 1555 25 Be Ver . 11 ...
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... ther lay . The blewe a mort uppone the bent , The femblyd on fydis fhear ; To the quyrry then the Perse went To fe the bryttlynge off the deare . He fayd , It was the Duglas promys This day to met me hear ; But I wyfte he wold faylle ...
... ther lay . The blewe a mort uppone the bent , The femblyd on fydis fhear ; To the quyrry then the Perse went To fe the bryttlynge off the deare . He fayd , It was the Duglas promys This day to met me hear ; But I wyfte he wold faylle ...
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Adam Bell agayne Alyce ancient archar arrowes awaye ballad beſt caft Carleile Chrift Comedy copy daughter daye dear doth Earl Douglas Earl Percy English faft faid fair fame faſt fave fayd faye fayre feem fene fent fhall fhew fhould figh flaine flayne fome fong fonnes foon ftand ftanzas ftill fuch fwordes Garland greene willow hafte hand hart hath heart intitled juftice king KING LEIR knight lady ladye laft lord Lord Percy Minstrels mither moft moſt muft muſt myght never noble Northumberland obferved Patrick Spence Percy Perfè play poems poets praye prefent quoth Robin Hood Scotland Scots ſhall ſhe Theare thee thefe ther theſe theyr thofe thoſe thouſand unto whan whofe Whoſe willow wold wyfe wyll Wyllyam of Cloudeflè yemen zour
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Página 182 - 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.
Página 161 - 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.
Página 207 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Página 232 - They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Página 63 - Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme.
Página 149 - IN Venice towne not long agoe A cruel Jew did dwell, Which lived all on usurie, As Italian writers tell.
Página 231 - Content I live, this is my stay, I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo! thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Página 174 - KING Leir once rule"d in this land With princely power and peace, And had all things, with hearts content, That might his joys increase. Amongst those things that nature gave, Three daughters fair had he, So princely seeming beautiful, As fairer could not be. So on a time it pleas'd the king A question thus to move, Which of his daughters to his grace Could shew the dearest love : " For to my age you bring content...
Página 201 - With that, there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never spake more words than these, " Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.
Página 211 - O goe to the court yet, good my lord, And take thy gallant men with thee : If any dare to doe you wrong, Then your warrant they may bee. Now nay, now nay, thou lady faire, The court is full of subtiltie ; And if I goe to the court, ladye, Never more I may thee see. Yet goe to the court, my lord...