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 21
עמוד 11
... poor folitary RONDEAU . -Dan Geofrey Chau- cer died Oct. 25. 1400. aged 72 . I. 1 . YOURE two eyn will sle me fodenly , I may the beaute of them not fuftene , So wendeth it thorowout my herte kene . 2 . And but your words will helen ...
... poor folitary RONDEAU . -Dan Geofrey Chau- cer died Oct. 25. 1400. aged 72 . I. 1 . YOURE two eyn will sle me fodenly , I may the beaute of them not fuftene , So wendeth it thorowout my herte kene . 2 . And but your words will helen ...
עמוד 61
... poor man ? The night was cauld , the carle was wat , And down azont the ingle he fat ; My dochters shoulders he gan to clap , And cadgily ranted and fang . O wow ! quo he , were I as free , As first when I faw this countrie , How blyth ...
... poor man ? The night was cauld , the carle was wat , And down azont the ingle he fat ; My dochters shoulders he gan to clap , And cadgily ranted and fang . O wow ! quo he , were I as free , As first when I faw this countrie , How blyth ...
עמוד 62
... poor man . She gaed to the bed , whair the beggar lay , The ftrae was cauld , he was away , She clapt her hands , cryd , dulefu ' day ! gane , For fome of our geir will be Some ran to coffers , and fome to kifts , But nought was ftown ...
... poor man . She gaed to the bed , whair the beggar lay , The ftrae was cauld , he was away , She clapt her hands , cryd , dulefu ' day ! gane , For fome of our geir will be Some ran to coffers , and fome to kifts , But nought was ftown ...
עמוד 63
... poor man fheld nevir trow , Aftir the gaberlunzie - mon . My dear , quo he , zee're zet owre zonge ; And hae na learnt the beggars tonge , To follow me frae toun to toun , And carrie the gaberlunzie on . 1 Wi ' kauk and keel , Ill win ...
... poor man fheld nevir trow , Aftir the gaberlunzie - mon . My dear , quo he , zee're zet owre zonge ; And hae na learnt the beggars tonge , To follow me frae toun to toun , And carrie the gaberlunzie on . 1 Wi ' kauk and keel , Ill win ...
עמוד 108
... poor Scotlands geir , But dreidfull seems the rufty point ! " And loud he leuch in jeir . " Aft Britons blude has dimd its shyne ; This poynt cut fhort their vaunt : " 270 Syne pierc'd the boifteris bairded cheik ; Nae tyme he tuke to ...
... poor Scotlands geir , But dreidfull seems the rufty point ! " And loud he leuch in jeir . " Aft Britons blude has dimd its shyne ; This poynt cut fhort their vaunt : " 270 Syne pierc'd the boifteris bairded cheik ; Nae tyme he tuke to ...
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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.