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... live . He sette nat his benefice to hyre , 262 261 And leet his sheep encombred in the myre , And ran to London , un - to sëynt Poules , To seken him a chaunterie for soules , Or with a bretherhed to been withholde ; But dwelte at hoom ...
... live . He sette nat his benefice to hyre , 262 261 And leet his sheep encombred in the myre , And ran to London , un - to sëynt Poules , To seken him a chaunterie for soules , Or with a bretherhed to been withholde ; But dwelte at hoom ...
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... live by his propre good , In honour dettelees , but he were wood , * Or live as scarsly as him list desire ; And able for to helpen al a shire 296 295 In any cas that mighte falle or happe ; And yit this maunciple sette hir aller cappe ...
... live by his propre good , In honour dettelees , but he were wood , * Or live as scarsly as him list desire ; And able for to helpen al a shire 296 295 In any cas that mighte falle or happe ; And yit this maunciple sette hir aller cappe ...
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... drive the deere with hound and horne Erle Pearcy took the way : The child may rue that is vnborne the hunting of that day ! * Fellow . 1 Lives . The stout Erle of Northumberland a vow to God did TRADITIONAL BALLADS CHEVY CHASE.
... drive the deere with hound and horne Erle Pearcy took the way : The child may rue that is vnborne the hunting of that day ! * Fellow . 1 Lives . The stout Erle of Northumberland a vow to God did TRADITIONAL BALLADS CHEVY CHASE.
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... was brought to young Ionne Armstrong , As he stood by his nurses knee , Who vowed if ere he live'd for to be a man , O the treacherous Scots revengd hee'd be . A 24 CAPTAIN CAR Ir befell at Martynmas , When 104 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
... was brought to young Ionne Armstrong , As he stood by his nurses knee , Who vowed if ere he live'd for to be a man , O the treacherous Scots revengd hee'd be . A 24 CAPTAIN CAR Ir befell at Martynmas , When 104 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
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... lives at the mill . ' But turn , mi dear brother , and nae langer stay : What'll cum o your ladie , gin Braikley thei slay ? ' What'll cum o your ladie and bonnie young son ? O what'll cum o them when Braikley is gone ? ' ' I never will ...
... lives at the mill . ' But turn , mi dear brother , and nae langer stay : What'll cum o your ladie , gin Braikley thei slay ? ' What'll cum o your ladie and bonnie young son ? O what'll cum o them when Braikley is gone ? ' ' I never will ...
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Page 292 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 425 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 264 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 261 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 450 - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Page 300 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 452 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 275 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
Page 453 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 399 - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.