Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric King) Together with Some Few of Later Date ...J. Dodsley, 1765 - Ballads, English |
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... fonnes shall wyth her go , And there they shall abyde . 45 Myne eldest fon fhall go wyth me , For hym have I no care : 50 And he shall breng you worde agayn , How that we do fare . Thus be these yemen to London gone , 55 As faft as they ...
... fonnes shall wyth her go , And there they shall abyde . 45 Myne eldest fon fhall go wyth me , For hym have I no care : 50 And he shall breng you worde agayn , How that we do fare . Thus be these yemen to London gone , 55 As faft as they ...
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... fonnes I had , Whofe forwarde vertues made their father glad . For The earliest known , is KING JOHN in two parts 1591. 410 . tal . let . This play he afterwards intirely new wrote , as we now kuve it . For when Romes foes their warlike ...
... fonnes I had , Whofe forwarde vertues made their father glad . For The earliest known , is KING JOHN in two parts 1591. 410 . tal . let . This play he afterwards intirely new wrote , as we now kuve it . For when Romes foes their warlike ...
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... fonnes and I were fent ; Against the Goths full ten yeeres weary warre We spent , receiving many a bloudy fcarre . Just two and twenty of my fonnes were flaine Before we did returne to Rome againe : 10 Of five and twenty fonnes , I ...
... fonnes and I were fent ; Against the Goths full ten yeeres weary warre We spent , receiving many a bloudy fcarre . Just two and twenty of my fonnes were flaine Before we did returne to Rome againe : 10 Of five and twenty fonnes , I ...
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... fonnes , bereaved was of life . . He being flaine , was caft in cruel wife , Into a darksome den from light of skies : The cruell moore did come that way as then With my three fonnes , who fell into the den . The moore then fetcht the ...
... fonnes , bereaved was of life . . He being flaine , was caft in cruel wife , Into a darksome den from light of skies : The cruell moore did come that way as then With my three fonnes , who fell into the den . The moore then fetcht the ...
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... fonnes before . When as I fawe fhe could not write nor speake , With griefe mine aged heart began to breake ; We fpred an heape of fand upon the ground , Whereby those bloudy tyrants out we found . 70 For with a staffe without the helpe ...
... fonnes before . When as I fawe fhe could not write nor speake , With griefe mine aged heart began to breake ; We fpred an heape of fand upon the ground , Whereby those bloudy tyrants out we found . 70 For with a staffe without the helpe ...
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Adam Bell agayne Alyce ancient archar arrowes awaye ballad beſt caft Carleile Chrift Comedy copy daughter daye dear doth Earl Douglas Earl Percy English faft faid fair fame faſt fave fayd faye fayre feem fene fent fhall fhew fhould figh flaine flayne fome fong fonnes foon ftand ftanzas ftill fuch fwordes Garland greene willow hafte hand hart hath heart intitled juftice king KING LEIR knight lady ladye laft lord Lord Percy Minstrels mither moft moſt muft muſt myght never noble Northumberland obferved Patrick Spence Percy Perfè play poems poets praye prefent quoth Robin Hood Scotland Scots ſhall ſhe Theare thee thefe ther theſe theyr thofe thoſe thouſand unto whan whofe Whoſe willow wold wyfe wyll Wyllyam of Cloudeflè yemen zour
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