Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date, Volum 1

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J. Nichols, 1794
 

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Side 309 - 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.
Side 236 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.
Side 8 - Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne, sayd the lord Perse. Who-soever ther-to says nay. Be my troth, doughte Doglas, he says, Thow shalt never se that day; Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France, Nor for no man of a woman born, But and fortune be my chance, I dar met him on man for on.
Side 54 - Two goggling eyen like fire farden, A mouthe from eare to eare. Before him came a dwarffe full lowe, That waited on his knee, And at his backe five heads he bare, All wan and pale of blee. Sir...
Side 234 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Side 251 - That said, the duty of a child Was all that love affords: But doubting to repair to her, Whom he had...
Side 7 - Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me ? The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, Yt was the good Lord Perse : We wyll not tell the what men we ar...
Side 69 - Tydings, tydings, kyng Estmere! What tydinges nowe, my boye? O tydinges I can tell to you, That will you sore annoye. You had not ridden scant a mile, A mile out of the towne, But in did come the kyng of Spayne With kempes many a one: But in did come the kyng of Spayne With manye a bold barone, Tone daye to marrye king Adlands daughter, Tother daye to carry her home.
Side 259 - Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar! I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see." " And how should I know your true love, From many another one...
Side 273 - And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance, For there was never champion yet In Scotland nor in France, 'That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.' Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold. 'Show me...

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