Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 13Percy Society, 1844 - English literature |
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... head priest came with a jar of maize and a cow . What neighbours and acquaintances bring in the man- ner above mentioned is called devves ; the bringers are all invited to eat with you ; they talk and tell stories to divert your ...
... head priest came with a jar of maize and a cow . What neighbours and acquaintances bring in the man- ner above mentioned is called devves ; the bringers are all invited to eat with you ; they talk and tell stories to divert your ...
Page xl
... heads bend in sorrow , in the house of the dead ! - Lay aside the wheel and flax , and sing not in joy , for there's a space left in my cabin ! —Oweneen the pride of my heart is not here ! -did ye not hear the cry of the Banshee ...
... heads bend in sorrow , in the house of the dead ! - Lay aside the wheel and flax , and sing not in joy , for there's a space left in my cabin ! —Oweneen the pride of my heart is not here ! -did ye not hear the cry of the Banshee ...
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... head , -its cry will drown your death - song , for Oweneen was the pride of all ! —The howl will be heard in the heath , on the mountain , and o'er the grave of his foster brother , who's gone before him . - Raise the keen ye whose ...
... head , -its cry will drown your death - song , for Oweneen was the pride of all ! —The howl will be heard in the heath , on the mountain , and o'er the grave of his foster brother , who's gone before him . - Raise the keen ye whose ...
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... head - stone , count your beads , that my ghost might be quiet in the shroud , that was made by Elleen . There's a tree in Kilcrumper that hangs over the lonely , in its branches the dark bird of night keens the whole night long . — I ...
... head - stone , count your beads , that my ghost might be quiet in the shroud , that was made by Elleen . There's a tree in Kilcrumper that hangs over the lonely , in its branches the dark bird of night keens the whole night long . — I ...
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... head ; No parson o'er thee e'er shall pray , Or Bible e'er be read . ' No children of Dunlevy's line Are ye , nor of his race ; Beneath him ye shall never lie , Nor in his tomb find place . His gatherings and his earnings all They may ...
... head ; No parson o'er thee e'er shall pray , Or Bible e'er be read . ' No children of Dunlevy's line Are ye , nor of his race ; Beneath him ye shall never lie , Nor in his tomb find place . His gatherings and his earnings all They may ...
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Adew appears BALLADS Banshee beauty blessed BOOK OF SONGS brother Callanan Carrigaline cold Corpus Christi College county of Cork dark darling daughter dead death delight dere derlyng Do-well DOWLAND'S Dublin Dunmanway earth Editor England's Helicon English eyes fair father feare fire flowers Fraser's Magazine grace grave grief hand hart hath heart heaven Innisfail Irish Irish poetry John Dowland John Fitzgerald Keating keen keeners Knight of Glin Knight of Kerry knytte lament Leary Lirum Lord MADRIGALS mirth morning Morty Oge mourning murder never nimphes o'er O'Sullivan Bear original peasantry Percy Society poem poetry poor priest printed Richard Cox Say-well shew sigh sing Sir Thomas Maude sorrow soul South of Ireland stanza sweet teares thee Thomas thou translation Twas verses voice Walsh weeping wild William Witte woman words wounde wyll Wytte
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Page 99 - HOW hard is my fortune. And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining. My strength is departed, My cheek sunk and sallow, While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.' No boy in the village Was ever yet milder. I'd play with a child, And my sport would be wilder ; I'd dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying, My hurlbat is lying ; Thro...
Page iii - I have caused divers of them to be translated unto me, that I might understand them, and surely they savoured of sweet wit and good invention, but skilled not of the goodly ornaments of poetry ; yet were they sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeliness unto them...
Page 59 - Through ocean to trail him, Like a fish after slaughter— 'Tis therefore I wail him. Long may the curse Of his people pursue them : Scully that sold him, And soldier that slew him ! One glimpse of heaven's light May they see never ! May the hearthstone of hell Be their best bed...
Page 32 - Cupid's rival is, There miracles are seen of his. If Cynthia crave her ring of me, I blot her name out of the tree. If doubt do darken things held dear, Then well fare nothing once a year ! For many run, but one must win ; Fools, only, hedge the cuckoo in.
Page 29 - Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love* are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees; And lovers...
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Page 32 - Then well-fare nothing once a year ; For many run but one must win, Fools only hedge the cuckoo in. The worth that worthiness should move, Is love ; that is the bow of love ; And love as well the foster can, As can the mighty nobleman. Sweet saint, 'tis true you worthy be. Yet without love nought worth to me. Lin BUT that familiar things are never wonder, What greater beauty than the heavens...
Page 17 - STAY, sweet love, see here the place of sporting; These gentle flowers smile sweetly to invite us, And chirping birds are hitherwards resorting, Warbling sweet notes only to delight us. Then stay, dear love, for though thou run from me, Run neere so faste, yet I will follow thee.
Page 1 - What foodless beast can live long in good plight ? Or is it life where senses there be none ? Or what availeth eyes without their light ? Or else a tongue to him that is alone ? Is this a life ? Nay, death you may it call That feels each pain and knows no joy at all.
Page 15 - Now each creature joys the other, Passing happy days and hours; One bird reports unto another In the fall of silver showers, Whilst the earth, our common mother, Hath her bosom decked with flowers. Whilst the greatest torch of heaven With bright rays warms Flora's lap, Making nights and days both even, Cheering plants with fresher sap; My field of flowers quite bereaven Wants refresh of better hap.