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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... wyll , without their askyng of any thyng . And yf any one do agaynst this Ordinaunce , at the firste tyme he to lose his MIN- STRELSIE , and at the second tyme to forsweare his craft , and never to be receaved for a MINSTREL in any ...
... wyll , without their askyng of any thyng . And yf any one do agaynst this Ordinaunce , at the firste tyme he to lose his MIN- STRELSIE , and at the second tyme to forsweare his craft , and never to be receaved for a MINSTREL in any ...
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... dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . - V. 5. magger in Hearne's PC . [ Printed Copy ] Vid . Pt . 2. v . 167 . FIT . see ver . 100 . 5 10 Then Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him THE ANCIENT BALLAD.
... dougheti Doglas agayn , I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may . - V. 5. magger in Hearne's PC . [ Printed Copy ] Vid . Pt . 2. v . 167 . FIT . see ver . 100 . 5 10 Then Then the Persè owt of Banborowe cam , With him THE ANCIENT BALLAD.
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... wyll not tell the ' what ' men we ar , he says , 65 Nor whos men that we be ; But we wyll hount hear in this chays In the spyte of thyne , and of the . The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld , and cast to carry them a - way ...
... wyll not tell the ' what ' men we ar , he says , 65 Nor whos men that we be ; But we wyll hount hear in this chays In the spyte of thyne , and of the . The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat We have kyld , and cast to carry them a - way ...
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... wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde , 95 And stande my - selffe , and looke on , But whyll I may my weppone welde , I wyll not fayl ' both harte and hande . That day , that day , that dredfull day : The first FIT * here I fynde ...
... wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde , 95 And stande my - selffe , and looke on , But whyll I may my weppone welde , I wyll not fayl ' both harte and hande . That day , that day , that dredfull day : The first FIT * here I fynde ...
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... wyll endure ; but lay on eche upon other : " and whan they be well beaten , and that the one party " hath obtayned the victory , they than glorifye so in their " dedes of armes , and are so joyfull , that suche as be 46 taken , they ...
... wyll endure ; but lay on eche upon other : " and whan they be well beaten , and that the one party " hath obtayned the victory , they than glorifye so in their " dedes of armes , and are so joyfull , that suche as be 46 taken , they ...
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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.