Percy's Reliques of ancient English poetry nach der ersten ausgabe von 1765 mit den varianten der späteren originalausgaben hrsg. und mit einleitung und registern versehen, 第 2 卷

Thomas Percy, Arnold Schröer
E. Felber, 1893


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第 745 頁 - TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
第 694 頁 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
第 671 頁 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast : Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed ; Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
第 737 頁 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
第 613 頁 - At cards for kisses - Cupid paid : He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his...
第 534 頁 - Cowley: so, on the contrary, an ordinary song or ballad, that is the delight of the common people, cannot fail to please all such readers as are not unqualified for the entertainment by their affectation or ignorance; and the reason is plain, because the same paintings of nature which recommend it to the most ordinary reader, will appear beautiful to the most refined.
第 939 頁 - I took you rather for a gentleman of great living ; for if by outward habit men should be censured, I tell you you would be taken for a substantial man.
第 644 頁 - O sweet Margret, O dear Margret, I pray thee speak to me; Give me my faith and troth, Margret, As I gave it to thee.
第 646 頁 - They sent him up to faire London An apprentice for to binde. And when he had been seven long yeares, And never his love could see : Many a teare have I shed for her sake, 15 When she little thought of mee.
第 643 頁 - If I should come within thy bower, I am no earthly man : And should I kiss thy rosy lipp, Thy days will not be lang.