Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of Later Date. Volume the First. [-third.].J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1765 |
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الصفحة 77
... bowe me froe ; Iff I be Robin alive in this lande , Ile be wroken on them towe . Sweavens are swift , fayd lyttle John , As the wind blowes over the hill ; For iff itt be never fo loude this night , To morrow it may be ftill . Bufke yee ...
... bowe me froe ; Iff I be Robin alive in this lande , Ile be wroken on them towe . Sweavens are swift , fayd lyttle John , As the wind blowes over the hill ; For iff itt be never fo loude this night , To morrow it may be ftill . Bufke yee ...
الصفحة 78
... behinde ? It is no curning a knave to ken , And a man but heare him speake ; And it were not for bursting òf my John , I thy head wold breake . bowe , 45 As 40 35 25 As often wordes they breeden bale , So they parted 78 ANCIENT SONGS.
... behinde ? It is no curning a knave to ken , And a man but heare him speake ; And it were not for bursting òf my John , I thy head wold breake . bowe , 45 As 40 35 25 As often wordes they breeden bale , So they parted 78 ANCIENT SONGS.
الصفحة 79
... bowe , 65 And fetteled him to fhoote : The bow was made of tender boughe , And fell downe at his foote . Woe worth , woe worth thee , wicked wood , That ever thou grew on a tree ; 70 For now this day thou art my bale , My boote when ...
... bowe , 65 And fetteled him to fhoote : The bow was made of tender boughe , And fell downe at his foote . Woe worth , woe worth thee , wicked wood , That ever thou grew on a tree ; 70 For now this day thou art my bale , My boote when ...
الصفحة 80
... Good morrowe , good fellowe , fayd Robin fo fayre , " Good morrowe , good fellow quo ' hee : " Methinkes by this bowe thou beares in thy hande 95 A good archere thou sholdst bee . I am wilfulle of my waye , quo ' the I am 80 ANCIENT SONGS.
... Good morrowe , good fellowe , fayd Robin fo fayre , " Good morrowe , good fellow quo ' hee : " Methinkes by this bowe thou beares in thy hande 95 A good archere thou sholdst bee . I am wilfulle of my waye , quo ' the I am 80 ANCIENT SONGS.
الصفحة 84
... bowe , thy arrowes , and litle horne , Now with me I will beare ; For I will away to Barnèsdale , To fee how my men doe fare . 180 Robin Hood fett Guyes horne to his mouth , 185 And a loud blaft in it did blow . That beheard the ...
... bowe , thy arrowes , and litle horne , Now with me I will beare ; For I will away to Barnèsdale , To fee how my men doe fare . 180 Robin Hood fett Guyes horne to his mouth , 185 And a loud blaft in it did blow . That beheard the ...
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Adam Bell agayne alfo ancient archar arrowes awaye ballad bowe caft Cauline Chrift Cloudeflè copy daughter daye dear doth Earl Douglas Earl Percy Edom English faft faid fair fame fave fayd faye fayre feems fene fett fhall fhee flaine flayne fome fong fonnes foon ftand ftanzas ftill fubject fuch fworde Garland Gilderoy greene willow hand hart hath heart houſe intitled king KING LEIR knight lady ladye lord Minstrels mither moft moſt muft muſt never noble Northumberland obferved Patrick Spence Percy Perfè perfon play poems poets praye prefent preferved quoth Robin Hood Scotland ſhall ſhe ſhould Theare thee thefe ther theſe theyr thofe thoſe thou thouſand thre unto whan whofe Whoſe willow wold wyfe wyll Wyllyam yemen youth zour
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الصفحة xxviii - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
الصفحة 201 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
الصفحة 220 - 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 228 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave ; Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never...
الصفحة 54 - OI hae killed my reid-roan steid, Mither, mither, OI hae killed my reid-roan steid, That erst was sae fair and frie O.
الصفحة 247 - 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 202 - 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 269 - 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 101 - Nae sooner said the grace, Till Edom o' Gordon and his men, Were light about the place. The lady ran up to hir towir head, Sa fast as she could hie, To see if by her fair speeches She could wi
الصفحة 191 - IN Venice towne not long agoe A cruel Jew did dwell, Which lived all on usurie, As Italian writers tell.