Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy, ed. by J. V. Prichard, Volume 21876 |
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... Bride's Burial 208 14. Dulcina 212 15. The Lady Isabella's Tragedy 213 16. A Hue and Cry after Cupid . By Ben Jonson . 216 17. The King of France's Daughter . 218 18. The Sweet Neglect . By Ben Jonson 225 19. The Children in the Wood 20 ...
... Bride's Burial 208 14. Dulcina 212 15. The Lady Isabella's Tragedy 213 16. A Hue and Cry after Cupid . By Ben Jonson . 216 17. The King of France's Daughter . 218 18. The Sweet Neglect . By Ben Jonson 225 19. The Children in the Wood 20 ...
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... bride , " Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ; Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny , bonny bride , And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow . " B. " Where gat ye that bonny , bonny bride ? Where gat ye that winsome marrow ? ” A. " I gat ...
... bride , " Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ; Busk ye , busk ye , my bonny , bonny bride , And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow . " B. " Where gat ye that bonny , bonny bride ? Where gat ye that winsome marrow ? ” A. " I gat ...
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... bride , Weep not , weep not , my winsome marrow ; Nor let thy heart lament to leive Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow . " B. " Why does she weep , thy bonny , bonny bride ? Why does she weep , thy winsome marrow ? And why dare ye ...
... bride , Weep not , weep not , my winsome marrow ; Nor let thy heart lament to leive Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow . " B. " Why does she weep , thy bonny , bonny bride ? Why does she weep , thy winsome marrow ? And why dare ye ...
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... bride , Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ; Busk ye , and luve me on the banks of Tweed , And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow . ” C. " How can I busk a bonny , bonny bride ? How can I busk a winsome marrow ? How luve him upon ...
... bride , Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome marrow ; Busk ye , and luve me on the banks of Tweed , And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow . ” C. " How can I busk a bonny , bonny bride ? How can I busk a winsome marrow ? How luve him upon ...
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... bridal sheets my body cover , Unbar , ye bridal maids , the door , Let in the expected husband - lover . " But who the expected husband , husband is ! His hands , methinks , are bath'd in slaughter : 100 Ah me ! what ghastly spectre's ...
... bridal sheets my body cover , Unbar , ye bridal maids , the door , Let in the expected husband - lover . " But who the expected husband , husband is ! His hands , methinks , are bath'd in slaughter : 100 Ah me ! what ghastly spectre's ...
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Page 34 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.
Page 160 - ... paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the...
Page 383 - Translated. In 2 vols. History of Christian Dogmas. Translated. In 2 vols. • Christian Life in the Early and Middle Ages, including his 'Light in Dark Places.
Page 57 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Page 35 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate...
Page 318 - St. George he was for England ; St. Dennis was for France, Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense.