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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... thousand glittering spears The king of Norfe commands . " Bring me my steed , Mage dapple gray , Our gude king raise and cryd , A truftier beaft in all the land A Scots king nevir feyd . 35 40 45 Go little page , tell Hardyknute , That ...
... thousand glittering spears The king of Norfe commands . " Bring me my steed , Mage dapple gray , Our gude king raise and cryd , A truftier beaft in all the land A Scots king nevir feyd . 35 40 45 Go little page , tell Hardyknute , That ...
第112页
... thousands thrie of men Well bred to fword and fchield : Bring me my horfe and harnifine My blade of mettal cleir . $ 5 90 If faes kend but the hand it bare , They fune had fled for feir . 95 " Fareweil my dame fae peirlefs gude , ( And ...
... thousands thrie of men Well bred to fword and fchield : Bring me my horfe and harnifine My blade of mettal cleir . $ 5 90 If faes kend but the hand it bare , They fune had fled for feir . 95 " Fareweil my dame fae peirlefs gude , ( And ...
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... thousands all around Drawn frae their fheaths glanft in the fun , And loud the bougills found . To join his king adoun the hill In haft his merch he made , 170 Quhyle , playand pibrochs , minstralls meit Afore him ftatly strade ...
... thousands all around Drawn frae their fheaths glanft in the fun , And loud the bougills found . To join his king adoun the hill In haft his merch he made , 170 Quhyle , playand pibrochs , minstralls meit Afore him ftatly strade ...
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... Thousands full fierce that fummers day Filld kene waris black intent . Let Scots , quhyle Scots , praise Hardyknute , Let Norse the name ay dreid , Ay how he faucht , aft how he fpaird , Sal latest ages reid . I Loud and chill blew the ...
... Thousands full fierce that fummers day Filld kene waris black intent . Let Scots , quhyle Scots , praise Hardyknute , Let Norse the name ay dreid , Ay how he faucht , aft how he fpaird , Sal latest ages reid . I Loud and chill blew the ...
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... thousand times I bid thee nowe farewelle ! For I must leave my fairest flower , My fweetest Pole , a space , And crofs the feas to famous France , Proud rebelles to abafe . But yet , my Rofe , be fure thou fhalt My coming fhortlye fee ...
... thousand times I bid thee nowe farewelle ! For I must leave my fairest flower , My fweetest Pole , a space , And crofs the feas to famous France , Proud rebelles to abafe . But yet , my Rofe , be fure thou fhalt My coming fhortlye fee ...
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ancient awaye ballad beſt blind beggar bonny Braes of Yarrow brave bride copy daye Defire doth earl earl of Murray England faft faid fair Annet fame father fayd faye feems feen fene fhall fhee fhew fholde fight filke firft flaine folio fome fong fons foone forrow foul frae ftand ftanza ftill ftrong fubject fuch fweete fword gallant George Gascoigne gold grace hath heart heire of Linne Henry intitled John king Henrye king of Scots knight kyng kythe lady ladye lero Lilli little John lord luve Makyne Mary Ambree moft moſt muft muſt neir never noble perfon poem preferved prettye Befsee printed Prol queene quoth Rofamonde Rofe ſay Scotland ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhee ſhould Sir Andrew tell thee thefe therfore theſe thofe thouſand unto verfe whofe wold wyll
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第325页 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
第211页 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a king! He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the ba'; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower among them a'.
第326页 - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
第302页 - The following is chiefly printed from an ancient black-letter copy to "the tune of Deny down." AN ancient story He tell you anon Of a notable prince, that was called King John ; And he ruled England with maine and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintein'd little right.
第370页 - Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart. "Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease...
第319页 - THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER. ANONYMOUS. AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
第138页 - The like was never scene. Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundered and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunninglye contriv'd With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread, Could enter in or out.
第319页 - With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks, With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks ; Like an old courtier, &c.
第362页 - And lay him on the Braes of Yarrow. Then build, then build, ye sisters sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow, And weep around in waeful wise, His helpless fate on the Braes of Yarrow.
第298页 - Lord Thomas was buried without kirkwa, Fair Annet within the quiere, And o the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil 'They were twa luvers deare.