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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... fell into his hands was only during the heat of conflict , or was continued afterwards with more systematic rigour ; * yet in his own court the Minstrels appear to have been highly favoured : for when , in 1306 , he con- ferred the ...
... fell into his hands was only during the heat of conflict , or was continued afterwards with more systematic rigour ; * yet in his own court the Minstrels appear to have been highly favoured : for when , in 1306 , he con- ferred the ...
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... fell with such peculiar severity on the religious and their convents.- Hence arose a third application of words de- rived from Lligg , Minstrelsy , in a very un- favourable sense , and this chiefly prevails in books of religion and ...
... fell with such peculiar severity on the religious and their convents.- Hence arose a third application of words de- rived from Lligg , Minstrelsy , in a very un- favourable sense , and this chiefly prevails in books of religion and ...
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... fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll ; Perhaps wake , as in ver . 61 . 106 But Syr Cauline with a ' backward ' stroke He smote off his right hand ; 110 That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud Fell downe on ...
... fell ; A ladye bright his brydle led , Clad in a fayre kyrtèll ; Perhaps wake , as in ver . 61 . 106 But Syr Cauline with a ' backward ' stroke He smote off his right hand ; 110 That soone he with paine and lacke of bloud Fell downe on ...
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... fell stroke , Which brought the knighte on his knee : Sad sorrow pierced that ladyes heart , And she shriekt loud shriekings three . And he shall winne fayre Christabelle To be his wedded fere . 110 The knighte he leapt upon his feete ...
... fell stroke , Which brought the knighte on his knee : Sad sorrow pierced that ladyes heart , And she shriekt loud shriekings three . And he shall winne fayre Christabelle To be his wedded fere . 110 The knighte he leapt upon his feete ...
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... fell downe to his foote . Then the cast on their gownes of grene , And tooke theyr bowes each one ; And they away to the greene forrèst A shooting forth are gone . 25 Woe worth , woe worth thee , wicked wood , That ere thou grew on a ...
... fell downe to his foote . Then the cast on their gownes of grene , And tooke theyr bowes each one ; And they away to the greene forrèst A shooting forth are gone . 25 Woe worth , woe worth thee , wicked wood , That ere thou grew on a ...
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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.