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, כרך 2J. Dodsley, 1775 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 40
עמוד 53
... crowne awaye ; My gorget and my kirtle of golde , And all my faire head - geere : And he wolde worrye me with his tufh And to his neft y - beare : E 3 55 60 65 70 75 Saving リ Saving there came a litle ' grey ' hawke ANCIENT POEM S. 53.
... crowne awaye ; My gorget and my kirtle of golde , And all my faire head - geere : And he wolde worrye me with his tufh And to his neft y - beare : E 3 55 60 65 70 75 Saving リ Saving there came a litle ' grey ' hawke ANCIENT POEM S. 53.
עמוד 59
... stand . The lazar under the gallowes tree Was comelye , ftraight and tall ; King Henrye made him his head ftewarde To wayte withinn his hall . 210 215 230 X. THE GA BERLUNZIE MA N. A SCOTTISH SONG . X. THE ANCIENT POEM S. 59.
... stand . The lazar under the gallowes tree Was comelye , ftraight and tall ; King Henrye made him his head ftewarde To wayte withinn his hall . 210 215 230 X. THE GA BERLUNZIE MA N. A SCOTTISH SONG . X. THE ANCIENT POEM S. 59.
עמוד 70
... head alwayes he ware A wreath of wyllow tree . His beaftes he kept upon the hyll , And he fate in the dale ; 35 49 And thus with fighes and forrowes fhril , He gan to tell his tale . Oh Harpalus ! thus would he fay ; 45 Unhappiest under ...
... head alwayes he ware A wreath of wyllow tree . His beaftes he kept upon the hyll , And he fate in the dale ; 35 49 And thus with fighes and forrowes fhril , He gan to tell his tale . Oh Harpalus ! thus would he fay ; 45 Unhappiest under ...
עמוד 107
... head a blaw fae fell , It made him doun to ftoup , As law as he to ladies ufit In courtly gyse to lout . 245 Full fune he raisd his bent body , His bow he marvelld fair , 250 Sen blaws till then on him but darrd As touch of Fairly fair ...
... head a blaw fae fell , It made him doun to ftoup , As law as he to ladies ufit In courtly gyse to lout . 245 Full fune he raisd his bent body , His bow he marvelld fair , 250 Sen blaws till then on him but darrd As touch of Fairly fair ...
עמוד 133
... head . And over it in broad letters , These words were written fo plain to see : " Ah ! graceleffe wretch , haft spent thine all , " And brought thyfelfe to penurìe ? " All this my boding mind mifgave , " I therefore left this trufty ...
... head . And over it in broad letters , These words were written fo plain to see : " Ah ! graceleffe wretch , haft spent thine all , " And brought thyfelfe to penurìe ? " All this my boding mind mifgave , " I therefore left this trufty ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Aldingar ancient awaye ballad Bannatyne's banyfhed beggar brave caufe copy daye doth Earl Earl of Murray faft faid fair fame fatire fayd fayes feems feen fene fhall fhee fhew fholde fight filke firft firſt flaine fome fone fong foon forrow frae ftand ftanzas ftill fubject fuch fword gold grene wode go grype hart hath heire of Linne Henry houſe intitled John king knight kyng lady little John lord Lord Vaux luve Makyne mankynde I love Mary Ambree moft moſt muft muſt mynde myne never noble Norfe poem poet prefent preferved prettye Befsee printed Prol queene quoth reft Rofamond ſay Scotland ſhall ſhe ſhee Sir Aldingar ſpeake Synge tanner tell thay thee thefe ther theſe thofe thou unto verfe wele Wherfore whofe wolde wyll wyth zour
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 302 - 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.
עמוד 297 - And then your grace need not make any doubt, But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be...
עמוד 310 - 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.
עמוד 309 - 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. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames — When thirsty grief in wine we steep...
עמוד 356 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan ; Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
עמוד 315 - Even then her charming melody doth prove, That all her bars are trees, her cage a grove. I am that bird, whom they combine Thus to deprive of liberty ; But though they do my corps confine, Yet maugre hate, my soul is free : And though immur'd, yet can I chirp, and sing Disgrace to rebels, glory to my king.
עמוד 302 - 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.
עמוד 357 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing; Ah!
עמוד 132 - 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.
עמוד 218 - If our foes you may be termed, Gentle foes we have you found : With our city, you have won our hearts each one, Then to your country bear away, that is your own.