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 xv
... harps , and who looked no further than for present applause , and present subsistence . The Reader will find this class of men occasionally described in the following volumes , and some parti- culars relating to their history in an ...
... harps , and who looked no further than for present applause , and present subsistence . The Reader will find this class of men occasionally described in the following volumes , and some parti- culars relating to their history in an ...
الصفحة xxi
... harp verses composed by them- selves , or others . * They also appear to have accom- panied their songs with mimicry and action ; and to have practised such various means of diverting as were much admired in those rude times , and ...
... harp verses composed by them- selves , or others . * They also appear to have accom- panied their songs with mimicry and action ; and to have practised such various means of diverting as were much admired in those rude times , and ...
الصفحة xxiii
... harp at the houses of the great . ( E ) There they were still hospitably and respectfully received , and retained many of the honours shown to their prede- cessors the BARDS and SCALDS . ( F ) And though , as their art declined , many ...
... harp at the houses of the great . ( E ) There they were still hospitably and respectfully received , and retained many of the honours shown to their prede- cessors the BARDS and SCALDS . ( F ) And though , as their art declined , many ...
الصفحة xxvi
... harp in his hand . In this disguise , he walked up and down See Rapin's Hist . by Tindal , fol . 1732 , vol i . p . 36. ) wha places the incident here related under the year 495 . the trenches without suspicion , playing all the while ...
... harp in his hand . In this disguise , he walked up and down See Rapin's Hist . by Tindal , fol . 1732 , vol i . p . 36. ) wha places the incident here related under the year 495 . the trenches without suspicion , playing all the while ...
الصفحة xxvii
... harp , and one of the most trusty of his friends disguised as a servant , t ( for in the early times it was not unusual for a Minstrel to have a servant to carry his harp , ) he went with the utmost security into the Danish camp ; and ...
... harp , and one of the most trusty of his friends disguised as a servant , t ( for in the early times it was not unusual for a Minstrel to have a servant to carry his harp , ) he went with the utmost security into the Danish camp ; and ...
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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.