Reliques of ancient English poetry, Del 1E. Felber, 1893 - 1136 sider |
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... true situation of the Danish army , wich had invaded his realm ; he assumed the dress and character of a Minstrel * , [ and XVII ] and taking his harp , and only one attendant , ( for in the early 30- times it was not unusual for a ...
... true situation of the Danish army , wich had invaded his realm ; he assumed the dress and character of a Minstrel * , [ and XVII ] and taking his harp , and only one attendant , ( for in the early 30- times it was not unusual for a ...
Side 19
... true spirit of chivalry . 2 The other sort are written in exacter mea- [ sure XXIII ] sure , have a low or subordinate correctness , sometimes bordering on the insipid , yed often well adapted to the pathetic ; these are generally in ...
... true spirit of chivalry . 2 The other sort are written in exacter mea- [ sure XXIII ] sure , have a low or subordinate correctness , sometimes bordering on the insipid , yed often well adapted to the pathetic ; these are generally in ...
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... true original song , 20 which appeared rude even in the time of Sir Philip , and caused him to lament , that it was so evil - aparelled in the rugged garb of antiquity . This curiosity is printed , from an old manuscript , at the end of ...
... true original song , 20 which appeared rude even in the time of Sir Philip , and caused him to lament , that it was so evil - aparelled in the rugged garb of antiquity . This curiosity is printed , from an old manuscript , at the end of ...
Side 51
... true knighte , Of valour bolde and free . O ladye , I am thy own true knighte , Thy hests for to obaye : And mought I hope to winne thy love ! No more his tonge colde say . 165 The ladye blushed scarlette redde , And fette a gentill ...
... true knighte , Of valour bolde and free . O ladye , I am thy own true knighte , Thy hests for to obaye : And mought I hope to winne thy love ! No more his tonge colde say . 165 The ladye blushed scarlette redde , And fette a gentill ...
Side 53
... true . 45 Manye a kinge , and manye a duke , And lords of high degree , 50 Did sue to that fayre ladye of love ; But never shee wolde them nee . When manye a day was past and gone , Ne comforte she colde finde , The kynge proclaimed a ...
... true . 45 Manye a kinge , and manye a duke , And lords of high degree , 50 Did sue to that fayre ladye of love ; But never shee wolde them nee . When manye a day was past and gone , Ne comforte she colde finde , The kynge proclaimed a ...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ... Thomas Percy Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1876 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Adam Bell ancient arrow Ausgabe Ausgaben awaye ballad bonny bowe brave Busk copy corr CORRECTIONS in Vol dafs daughter daye dear death doth Douglas earl earl marshall earl of Murray Editor's folio Engl England English fair Annet father fayre fight gallant gold grace hand hart hast hath heart heire of Linne Henry hiezu hiezu ADDITIONS intitled John king knight kyng lady ladye land Literaturdenkm little John lord luve Mary Ambree Minstrels never noble Percy poem poets praye prettye Bessee prince printed queene quoth Robin Robin Hood sayd sayes Scotland Scots Scottish shal shee shew shold Sing sir Aldingar slaine slayne song sonnes Sprach stanzas sweet sword tell thee ther theyr thou art thou shalt thre unto ween whan willow wold wyfe wyll Wyllyam yemen zour
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Side 22 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Side 189 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Side 205 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Side 187 - Against Sir Hugh Montgomery *So right the shaft he set, The gray goose wing that was thereon In his heart's blood was wet. This fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun ; For when they rung the evening-bell, The battle scarce was done.
Side 467 - AN ancient story I'll tell you anon Of a notable prince that was called King John; And he ruled England with main and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintained little right. And I'll tell you a story, a story so merry, Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury; How for his house-keeping and high renown, They rode post for him to fair London town.
Side 159 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Side 189 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Side 290 - To part with you, the same : And sure all tho, that do not so, True lovers are they none ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Side 205 - 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 71 - O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!