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 1F.C. and J. Rivington, 1812 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 32
الصفحة 4
... wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the 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 ...
... wold kill , and cary them away : Be my feth , sayd the 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 ...
الصفحة 6
... wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Persè swear . At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny , He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge : With him a mightè meany , Both with spear , ' byll , ' and brande ...
... wold faylle verament : A gret oth the Persè swear . At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny , He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge : With him a mightè meany , Both with spear , ' byll , ' and brande ...
الصفحة 12
... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , For a better man of hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , 60 Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
... wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre , For a better man of hart , nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè . Off all that se a Skottishe knyght , 60 Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon - byrry , He sawe the Duglas to the deth ...
الصفحة 29
... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , That dyed for yow and me , Wende to my lorde my Father agayne , And saye thow saw me not with yee : 40 My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , 45 It nedes me not to layne ...
... wold they see . For Jesu's love , sayd Syr Harye Percy , That dyed for yow and me , Wende to my lorde my Father agayne , And saye thow saw me not with yee : 40 My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght , 45 It nedes me not to layne ...
الصفحة 33
... wold flye ; 130 Sir Hughe Maxwell , a lorde he was , With the Dowglas dyd he dye . Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde , For soth as I yow saye , Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts 135 Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon ...
... wold flye ; 130 Sir Hughe Maxwell , a lorde he was , With the Dowglas dyd he dye . Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde , For soth as I yow saye , Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts 135 Went but eyghtene awaye . Ther was slayne upon ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adam Bell agayne ancient Anglo-Saxon appears archar arrow awaye ballad Bards called castle Cloudeslè copy Cotton Library curious daughter daye dear doth Douglas Du Cange Earl edition Editor Edom English Erle fair fast fayre French Garland Gilderoy greene willow hand harp Harper hart hath heart Henry Hist honour Ibid John king king Estmere knight kyng lady ladye lord mentioned Minstrels myght never noble Norman Conquest Northumberland Otterbourn passage Patrick Spence Percy Persè play poem poet Poetry Prince printed quoth reader reign Robin Hood Romance ryde sayd saye Scotland Scots Scottish Shakesp Shakespeare shalt shee shold sing slayne song sonnes stanzas sworde syr Cauline thee ther theyr thou thow thre unto Warton willow wold word writers wyfe wyll Wyllyam Wyth yemen yere zour
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة cxvi - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 350 - 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.