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, Volume 1F.C. and J. Rivington, 1812 - Ballads, English |
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... Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne , Upon the mores brodinge ; And dare ye , syr knighte , wake there all nighte Untill the fayre morninge ? 40 45 50 55 60 For 1 For the Eldridge knighte , so mickle of mighte SIR CAULINE . 45.
... Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne , Upon the mores brodinge ; And dare ye , syr knighte , wake there all nighte Untill the fayre morninge ? 40 45 50 55 60 For 1 For the Eldridge knighte , so mickle of mighte SIR CAULINE . 45.
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... Eldridge knighte , so mickle of mighte , Will examine you beforne : And never man bare life awaye , But he did him scath and scorne . That knighte he is a foul paynėm , And large of limb and bone ; And but if heaven may be thy speede ...
... Eldridge knighte , so mickle of mighte , Will examine you beforne : And never man bare life awaye , But he did him scath and scorne . That knighte he is a foul paynėm , And large of limb and bone ; And but if heaven may be thy speede ...
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... Eldridge knighte , he pricked his steed ; Syr Cauline bold abode : Then either shooke his trustye speare , And the timber these two children * bare Soe soone in sunder slode . Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes , And layden on ...
... Eldridge knighte , he pricked his steed ; Syr Cauline bold abode : Then either shooke his trustye speare , And the timber these two children * bare Soe soone in sunder slode . Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes , And layden on ...
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... Eldridge knighte , And here on this lay - land , That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye , And therto plight thy hand : And that thou never on Eldridge come To sporte , gamon , or playe : And that thou here give up thy armes Until thy ...
... Eldridge knighte , And here on this lay - land , That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye , And therto plight thy hand : And that thou never on Eldridge come To sporte , gamon , or playe : And that thou here give up thy armes Until thy ...
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... Eldridge knighte gave up his armes With many a sorrowfulle sighe ; And sware to obey syr Caulines hest , Till the tyme that he shold dye . And he then up and the Eldridge knighte Sett him in his saddle anone , And the Eldridge knighte ...
... Eldridge knighte gave up his armes With many a sorrowfulle sighe ; And sware to obey syr Caulines hest , Till the tyme that he shold dye . And he then up and the Eldridge knighte Sett him in his saddle anone , And the Eldridge knighte ...
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Page 239 - 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.
Page 341 - 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.
Page 277 - And now with me my countrymen, Your courage forth advance ; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear." Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold.
Page 240 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Page 313 - 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.
Page 352 - O SOLITUDE, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread, Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb, Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide, Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep, Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble waste survey ; You, recluse, again I woo, And again your steps pursue.
Page 290 - 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...
Page 258 - 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.
Page 289 - 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.