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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... awaye , 50 . He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght In hys londe another daye . Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente , By Mary that mykel maye ; Then ever my manhod schulde be reprovyd 55 Wyth a Skotte another daye . Wherfore schote ...
... awaye , 50 . He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght In hys londe another daye . Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente , By Mary that mykel maye ; Then ever my manhod schulde be reprovyd 55 Wyth a Skotte another daye . Wherfore schote ...
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... awaye . Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde , For soth and sertenlye , A gentell knyght , Sir John Fitz - hughe , Yt was the more petye . 140 Syr James Harebotell ther was slayne , For hym ther hartes were sore , That the Percyes ...
... awaye . Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde , For soth and sertenlye , A gentell knyght , Sir John Fitz - hughe , Yt was the more petye . 140 Syr James Harebotell ther was slayne , For hym ther hartes were sore , That the Percyes ...
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... awaye . Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne , Bytwene the nyghte and the day : Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyfe , 155 And the Percy was lede awaye * . 160 Then was ther a Scottyshe prisoner tayne , Syr Hughe Mongomery was hys name , For soth ...
... awaye . Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne , Bytwene the nyghte and the day : Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyfe , 155 And the Percy was lede awaye * . 160 Then was ther a Scottyshe prisoner tayne , Syr Hughe Mongomery was hys name , For soth ...
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... 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 , 65 Thy life it is but gone . 70 Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke * , For thy sake ...
... 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 , 65 Thy life it is but gone . 70 Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke * , For thy sake ...
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... Awaye , awaye : I sweare , as I am the hend soldān , Thou lettest me here all daye . Then forthe the stranger knight he came In his blacke armoure dight : 135 The ladye sighed a gentle sighe , " That this were my true knighte ! " And ...
... Awaye , awaye : I sweare , as I am the hend soldān , Thou lettest me here all daye . Then forthe the stranger knight he came In his blacke armoure dight : 135 The ladye sighed a gentle sighe , " That this were my true knighte ! " And ...
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Page cxvi - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
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.