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 xxvi
... true or not , they are related by authors who lived too near the Saxon times , and had before them too many recent monuments of the Anglo - Saxon nation , not to know what was con- formable to the genius and manners of that people ; and ...
... true or not , they are related by authors who lived too near the Saxon times , and had before them too many recent monuments of the Anglo - Saxon nation , not to know what was con- formable to the genius and manners of that people ; and ...
الصفحة xxvii
... true events , that have escaped other annalists . We do not however want instances of a less fabu- lous æra , and more indubitable authority : for later History affords us two remarkable facts , ( L ) which I think clearly show that the ...
... true events , that have escaped other annalists . We do not however want instances of a less fabu- lous æra , and more indubitable authority : for later History affords us two remarkable facts , ( L ) which I think clearly show that the ...
الصفحة xxxix
... true heir Fulco Guarine , ( with whom he had formerly had a quarrel at chess , t ) not only confirmed the possession , but also made him governor of the marches , of which Fulco himself had the custody in the time of K. Richard . The ...
... true heir Fulco Guarine , ( with whom he had formerly had a quarrel at chess , t ) not only confirmed the possession , but also made him governor of the marches , of which Fulco himself had the custody in the time of K. Richard . The ...
الصفحة xl
... true style of chivalry rescued " certayne ladies owt of " prison ; " he finally obtained the King's pardon , and the quiet possession of Whitington Castle . In the reign of K. Henry III . we have mention of MASTER RICARD the King's ...
... true style of chivalry rescued " certayne ladies owt of " prison ; " he finally obtained the King's pardon , and the quiet possession of Whitington Castle . In the reign of K. Henry III . we have mention of MASTER RICARD the King's ...
الصفحة li
... true love , a heart , and a D for Damian , for " he was but a bachelor yet . " His gown had side [ i . e . long ] sleeves down to " mid - leg , slit from the shoulder to the hand , and " lined with white cotton . His doublet sleeves of ...
... true love , a heart , and a D for Damian , for " he was but a bachelor yet . " His gown had side [ i . e . long ] sleeves down to " mid - leg , slit from the shoulder to the hand , and " lined with white cotton . His doublet sleeves of ...
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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.