Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr. entire from the author's last ed. With memoir and critical dissertation, by G. Gilfillan, 第 111 页,第 2 卷1858 |
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English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). Front Cover.
English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). Front Cover.
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English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). Though some make slight of LIBELS , yet you may see by them how the wind sits ; As , take a straw and throw it up into the air , you may see by that ...
English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). Though some make slight of LIBELS , yet you may see by them how the wind sits ; As , take a straw and throw it up into the air , you may see by that ...
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English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY , ETC. SERIES THE SECOND . BOOK I. I. RICHARD OF ALMAIGNE , ' A ballad made by one of the adherents to Simon de Montfort ...
English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). RELIQUES OF ANCIENT POETRY , ETC. SERIES THE SECOND . BOOK I. I. RICHARD OF ALMAIGNE , ' A ballad made by one of the adherents to Simon de Montfort ...
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English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). 3 . Upon my trouth I sey yow feithfully , That ye ben of my liffe and deth the quene ; For with my deth the trouth shal be sene . Youre two eyn , & c ...
English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). 3 . Upon my trouth I sey yow feithfully , That ye ben of my liffe and deth the quene ; For with my deth the trouth shal be sene . Youre two eyn , & c ...
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English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). 3 . Love hath my name i - strike out of his sclat , And he is strike out of my bokes clene : For ever mo [ ther 1 ] is non other mene . Syn I fro love ...
English poetry Charles Cowden Clarke, George Gilfillan, Thomas Percy (bp. of Dromore). 3 . Love hath my name i - strike out of his sclat , And he is strike out of my bokes clene : For ever mo [ ther 1 ] is non other mene . Syn I fro love ...
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Aldingar alliteration Anapestic ancient awaye ballad Bannatyne's banyshed beggar Boldly I preach bonny lasse Braes of Yarrow busk Cæsura copy courtier crown dailye daye death doth Dub a dub Earl earl marshall Earl of Murray Editor Editor's folio Edward England English faire father gallant gold grace Hardyknute hath heart heire of Linne Henry intitled Jane Shore John king knight kyng lady ladye lero Lilli live lord Lord Vaux luve Makyne mankynde I love Mary Ambree metre MS.-Ver mynde never noble poem poets pray pretty Bessee prince printed Prol queene quoth reign Rosamond sayd sayes Says old Simon schal Scotland Scots Scottish shee shew sholde sir Aldingar Sir Andrew song sorrow stanza sweet Synge tanner tell thay thee ther therfore thou art thou hast thou shalt unto verse wold writer written wyll young
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第259页 - 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213页 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
第251页 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.
第252页 - 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...
第171页 - I bade you bring him wi' you, But forbade you him to slay. He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring ; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh ! he might hae been a king. He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the ba' ; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
第296页 - Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow. Fair was thy...
第180页 - For seven hours to all men's view This fight endured sore, Until our men so feeble grew That they could fight no more ; And then upon dead horses Full savourly they eat, And drank the puddle water ; They could no better get.
第279页 - 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251页 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
第183页 - A gentleman of Wales, a knight of Cales, And a laird of the North country ; But a yeoman of Kent with his yearly rent Will buy them out all three.