Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of the Earlier Poets, with Some of Later Date, Not Included in Any Other Ed. to which is Now Added a Supplement of Many Curious Historical and Narrative Ballads, Reprinted from Rare Copies with a Copious Glossary and NotesThomas Percy |
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... dear ; With their browd aras cleare . Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went On every syde shear : Grea - hondes thorowe the greves glent For to kyll thear dear . The begane in Chyviat the hyls above Yerly on a monnyn day ; Be that it ...
... dear ; With their browd aras cleare . Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went On every syde shear : Grea - hondes thorowe the greves glent For to kyll thear dear . The begane in Chyviat the hyls above Yerly on a monnyn day ; Be that it ...
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... dear lord , That is sae far frae me . Sayes , Mither deare , gi ' owre this house , For the reek it smithers me . 80 I wad gie a ' my gowd , my childe , Sae wald I a ' my fee , 40 For ane blast o ' the western wind , To blaw the reek ...
... dear lord , That is sae far frae me . Sayes , Mither deare , gi ' owre this house , For the reek it smithers me . 80 I wad gie a ' my gowd , my childe , Sae wald I a ' my fee , 40 For ane blast o ' the western wind , To blaw the reek ...
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... dear lord , As hee cam owr the lee ; He sied his castle all in blaze So far as he could see . Then sair , O sair , his mind misgave , And all his hart was wae ; Put , on , put on , my wighty men , So fast as ze can gae . Put on , put on ...
... dear lord , As hee cam owr the lee ; He sied his castle all in blaze So far as he could see . Then sair , O sair , his mind misgave , And all his hart was wae ; Put , on , put on , my wighty men , So fast as ze can gae . Put on , put on ...
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... dear and only daughter first of all Came to meet her father foremostly : And all the way , She did play On tabret and pipe , Full many a stripe , With note so high , 15 21 25 25 For joy that her father is come so nigh . 30 V. 56 , wast ...
... dear and only daughter first of all Came to meet her father foremostly : And all the way , She did play On tabret and pipe , Full many a stripe , With note so high , 15 21 25 25 For joy that her father is come so nigh . 30 V. 56 , wast ...
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... dear Coming on most foremostly , He wrung his hands , and tore his hair , And cryed out most piteously ; Oh ! it's thou , said he , That have brought me Low , And troubled me so , That I know not what to do . For I have made a vow , he ...
... dear Coming on most foremostly , He wrung his hands , and tore his hair , And cryed out most piteously ; Oh ! it's thou , said he , That have brought me Low , And troubled me so , That I know not what to do . For I have made a vow , he ...
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Page 493 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! — "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ! They'll have fleet steeds that follow !
Page 493 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume...
Page 409 - TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Page 162 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 493 - Twere better by far, To have malcli'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! " She is won ! we aie gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!
Page xx - ... or else by blind harpers or such like taverne minstrels that give a fit of mirth for a groat, and their matters being for the most part stories of old time, as the tale of sir Topas, the reportes of Bevis of Southampton, Guy of Warwicke, Adam Bell, and Clymme of the Clough, and such other old romances or historicall rimes, made purposely for recreation of the common people at christmasse diners and brideales, and in tavernes and alehouses, and such other places of base resort.
Page 51 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Page 146 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Page 128 - Come live with me, and be my love. And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
Page 286 - 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.