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 47
עמוד 22
... these , And wyft it were my fond . Perkyn turnyd hym about in that ych thrang , Among thos wery boyes he wreft and he wrang ; 185 199 He Ver . 168. The boyes were MS . roft . MS . V. 179. razt , MS . V. 170. creped then about in the V ...
... these , And wyft it were my fond . Perkyn turnyd hym about in that ych thrang , Among thos wery boyes he wreft and he wrang ; 185 199 He Ver . 168. The boyes were MS . roft . MS . V. 179. razt , MS . V. 170. creped then about in the V ...
עמוד 28
... these volumes has in his ancient folio MS . a poem on the Victory of Flodden- field , written in the fame numbers , with the fame allitera- tions , and in orthography , phrafeology , and ftyle nearly re- fembling the Vifions of Pierce ...
... these volumes has in his ancient folio MS . a poem on the Victory of Flodden- field , written in the fame numbers , with the fame allitera- tions , and in orthography , phrafeology , and ftyle nearly re- fembling the Vifions of Pierce ...
עמוד 58
... fyer to have her brent . There came a lazar to the kings gates , A lazar both blinde and lame : I tooke the lazar upon my backe , And on her bedd him layne . 190 195- Then Then ranne I to our comlye king , These tidings 58 ANCIENT POEMS .
... fyer to have her brent . There came a lazar to the kings gates , A lazar both blinde and lame : I tooke the lazar upon my backe , And on her bedd him layne . 190 195- Then Then ranne I to our comlye king , These tidings 58 ANCIENT POEMS .
עמוד 59
... These tidings fore to tell . But ever alacke ! fayes Aldingar , Falfing never doth well . Forgive , forgive me , queene , madame , The fhort time I must live . Nowe Chrift forgive thee , Aldingar , 200 As freely I forgive . Here take ...
... These tidings fore to tell . But ever alacke ! fayes Aldingar , Falfing never doth well . Forgive , forgive me , queene , madame , The fhort time I must live . Nowe Chrift forgive thee , Aldingar , 200 As freely I forgive . Here take ...
עמוד 60
... these ballads ( which was · too licentious to be admitted into this collection ) that is meant in the Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors * , where the ingenious writer remarks , That there is fomething very ludicrous in the young ...
... these ballads ( which was · too licentious to be admitted into this collection ) that is meant in the Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors * , where the ingenious writer remarks , That there is fomething very ludicrous in the young ...
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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.