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, المجلد 1Thomas Percy J.E. Moore, 1823 |
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الصفحة vii
... Daughter . A Scottish Ballad 4. Sir Cauline 5. Edward , Edward . A Scottish Ballad 6. King Estmere On the Word Termagant 7. Sir Patrick Spence . A Scottish Ballad 8. Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne · 38 42 60 63 77 80 83 97 - 108 112 ...
... Daughter . A Scottish Ballad 4. Sir Cauline 5. Edward , Edward . A Scottish Ballad 6. King Estmere On the Word Termagant 7. Sir Patrick Spence . A Scottish Ballad 8. Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne · 38 42 60 63 77 80 83 97 - 108 112 ...
الصفحة viii
... Daughters 249 16. Youth and Age , by Shakspeare 257 17 The Frolick some Duke , or the Tinker's Fortune 259 18. The Friar of Orders gray - 263 BOOK THE THIRD . 1. The more modern Ballad of Chevy - Chase Illustration of the Northern Names ...
... Daughters 249 16. Youth and Age , by Shakspeare 257 17 The Frolick some Duke , or the Tinker's Fortune 259 18. The Friar of Orders gray - 263 BOOK THE THIRD . 1. The more modern Ballad of Chevy - Chase Illustration of the Northern Names ...
الصفحة lxvii
... daughters , & c . and discovering themselves to be the sons of some foreign prince , & c . ( F ) The honours and rewards lavished upon the Minstrels were not confined to the continent . Our own countryman Johannes Sarisburiensis ( in ...
... daughters , & c . and discovering themselves to be the sons of some foreign prince , & c . ( F ) The honours and rewards lavished upon the Minstrels were not confined to the continent . Our own countryman Johannes Sarisburiensis ( in ...
الصفحة lxxvii
... daughter . " The Minstrels lost no opportunity of doing ho- nour to their art . ( 3 ) As for the word Glees , it is to this day used in a musical sense , and applied to a peculiar piece of composition . Who has not seen the ...
... daughter . " The Minstrels lost no opportunity of doing ho- nour to their art . ( 3 ) As for the word Glees , it is to this day used in a musical sense , and applied to a peculiar piece of composition . Who has not seen the ...
الصفحة xci
... daughter , Ye shall have harpe , sautry , and song . And Chaucer , in his description of the Limitour or Mendicant Friar , speaks of harping as inseparable from singing ( i . p . 11 , ver . 268. ) -in his harping , whan that he hadde ...
... daughter , Ye shall have harpe , sautry , and song . And Chaucer , in his description of the Limitour or Mendicant Friar , speaks of harping as inseparable from singing ( i . p . 11 , ver . 268. ) -in his harping , whan that he hadde ...
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الصفحة cxxiv - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
الصفحة 284 - 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 in their dust.
الصفحة 234 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
الصفحة 234 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. 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. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
الصفحة 346 - 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 wastes survey ; You, recluse, again I woo, And again your steps pursue.
الصفحة 283 - 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.
الصفحة 252 - 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.
الصفحة 283 - 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.
الصفحة 258 - Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar, I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see. And how should I know your true love, From many another one ? O by his cockle hat, and staff, And by his sandal shoone.
الصفحة 233 - 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.