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, Volumen 1Thomas Percy H. Washbourne, 1846 |
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... yemen , That fast with me can fight . Methought they did mee beate and binde , And tooke my bow mee froe ; If I be Robin alive in this lande , Ile be wroken on them towe . " " Sweavens are swift , Master , " quoth John , " As the wind ...
... yemen , That fast with me can fight . Methought they did mee beate and binde , And tooke my bow mee froe ; If I be Robin alive in this lande , Ile be wroken on them towe . " " Sweavens are swift , Master , " quoth John , " As the wind ...
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... yemen of the north countrèy , By them it is I meane . The one of them hight Adam Bel , The other Clym of the Clough , * The thyrd was William of Cloudesly , An archer good ynough . 5 10 They were outlawed for venyson , These yemen ...
... yemen of the north countrèy , By them it is I meane . The one of them hight Adam Bel , The other Clym of the Clough , * The thyrd was William of Cloudesly , An archer good ynough . 5 10 They were outlawed for venyson , These yemen ...
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... yemen Shortly and anone . " Alas ! " then sayde the lytle boye , " Ye tary here all too longe ; Cloudeslee is taken , and dampned to death , And readye for to honge . " " Alas ! " then sayd good Adam Bell , " That ever we saw thys daye ...
... yemen Shortly and anone . " Alas ! " then sayde the lytle boye , " Ye tary here all too longe ; Cloudeslee is taken , and dampned to death , And readye for to honge . " " Alas ! " then sayd good Adam Bell , " That ever we saw thys daye ...
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... yemen , All in a mornyng of maye . Here is a FYT * of Cloudeslye , And another is for to saye . PART THE SECOND . AND when they came to mery Carleile , All in the mornyng tyde , They founde the gates shut them untyll About on every syde ...
... yemen , All in a mornyng of maye . Here is a FYT * of Cloudeslye , And another is for to saye . PART THE SECOND . AND when they came to mery Carleile , All in the mornyng tyde , They founde the gates shut them untyll About on every syde ...
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... yemen dred hym full sore , Of theyr lyves they stode in great doute . The mayre came armed a full great pace , With a pollaxe in hys hande ; Many a strong man wyth him was , There in that stowre to stande . The mayre smot at Cloudeslee ...
... yemen dred hym full sore , Of theyr lyves they stode in great doute . The mayre came armed a full great pace , With a pollaxe in hys hande ; Many a strong man wyth him was , There in that stowre to stande . The mayre smot at Cloudeslee ...
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Página 211 - 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.
Página 175 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Página 247 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 189 - 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 59 - 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 175 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Página 175 - 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 211 - 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.
Página 194 - 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.
Página 59 - The king has written a braid letter. And signd it wi his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence, Was walking on the sand. The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, "O what is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!