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, Volum 3
J. Dodsley, 1765
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Volum 3
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1775
Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ..., Volum 1
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1765
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Volum 1
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1775
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Side 204 - Twixt sleepe and wake, I do them take, And on the key-cold floor them throw : If out they cry, then forth I fly, And loudly laugh out, ho, ho, ho ! When...
Side 311 - William's feet. Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud; And clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her sable shroud. So shall the fairest face appear When youth and years are flown; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death has reft their crown.
Side 311 - Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath: And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth.
Side 312 - Yet leave those eyes to weep? "How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Side 199 - On the ground, to hear the mandrake groan : And pluck'd him up, though he grew full low ; And, as I had done, the cock did crow.
Side 22 - And there sir Gawaine he her wed, And married her with a ringe. And when they were in wed-bed laid, And all were done awaye: "Come turne to mee, mine owne wed-lord Come turne to mee I praye.
Side 280 - Which made him bolder and bolder. He had long claws, and in his jaws Four and forty teeth of iron ; With a hide as tough as any buff, Which did him round environ.
Side 56 - Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang : The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith, To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith. Quo' she, to leave thee I will be laith, My winsome Gaberlunzie-man. O kend my minny I were wi' you, Hl-fardly wad she crook her mou', Sic a poor man she'd never trow, After the Gaberlunzie-man.
Side 144 - Love wont to gae ! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa...
Side 203 - Thro' bogs, thro' brakes ; Or else, unseene, with them I go, All in the nicke To play some tricke And frolicke it, with ho, ho, ho ! Sometimes I meete them like a man, Sometimes an ox, sometimes a hound ; And to a horse I turn me can, To trip and trot about them round. But if to ride, My backe they stride, More swift than wind away I go ; Ore hedge and lands, Thro...