Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the FirstPercy Society, 1841 - English literature |
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... bel entayle , en tous poyntz tresbien assis ; Um ne vaudreit une mayle , si femme ne fust , ce m'est avys . Donque dussum nus sauntz fayle de tiele chose tenir grant pris ; Quar il n'y a rien que à femme vayle , B 2 LYRIC POETRY . 3.
... bel entayle , en tous poyntz tresbien assis ; Um ne vaudreit une mayle , si femme ne fust , ce m'est avys . Donque dussum nus sauntz fayle de tiele chose tenir grant pris ; Quar il n'y a rien que à femme vayle , B 2 LYRIC POETRY . 3.
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... grant honur ; Qy vileynie de femme dist , mout pust il estre ensur , D'aver hounte sauntz respist , en un lu molt obscur , e peyne . Pus que Dieu de femme nasquist , n'out unque nulle vyleyne . Harpe , n'autre menestrausie , ne oysel ...
... grant honur ; Qy vileynie de femme dist , mout pust il estre ensur , D'aver hounte sauntz respist , en un lu molt obscur , e peyne . Pus que Dieu de femme nasquist , n'out unque nulle vyleyne . Harpe , n'autre menestrausie , ne oysel ...
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... grant , e delitable . Yl ne trovera que ly desheryte , là puet il meyndre tot dis estable ; Son ostel est de tous maus quite , pur veyr le dy , sauntz mot de fable , dedenz , Que mavesté quert en femme , certes il pert son tenz . Marie ...
... grant , e delitable . Yl ne trovera que ly desheryte , là puet il meyndre tot dis estable ; Son ostel est de tous maus quite , pur veyr le dy , sauntz mot de fable , dedenz , Que mavesté quert en femme , certes il pert son tenz . Marie ...
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... grant bealté , que pert dehors , E dedenz de tot bounté en ount repleny tot le cors ; Mout serroit donque grant pieté , si tous tieles fuissent mors , Que pur nus ount grevement plorée , e ce à molt grauntz tortz , sovent ; Nul ne ...
... grant bealté , que pert dehors , E dedenz de tot bounté en ount repleny tot le cors ; Mout serroit donque grant pieté , si tous tieles fuissent mors , Que pur nus ount grevement plorée , e ce à molt grauntz tortz , sovent ; Nul ne ...
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... vus counte , c'est un propre noun , Cely que bone femme afrounte , jà n'eit s'alme pardoun ! Fuisse - je roy ou grant counte , ou de terre noble baroun , Quy à femme ferreit hounte , tost le mettroi en 10 SPECIMENS OF.
... vus counte , c'est un propre noun , Cely que bone femme afrounte , jà n'eit s'alme pardoun ! Fuisse - je roy ou grant counte , ou de terre noble baroun , Quy à femme ferreit hounte , tost le mettroi en 10 SPECIMENS OF.
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Page 179 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 84 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 132 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Page 27 - The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary ; And I pray you, my masters, be merry Quot estis in convivio. Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes domino.
Page 63 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Page 5 - Then came the Holy One, blessed be He ! And killed the Angel of Death, That killed the butcher, That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid That my father bought For two pieces of money: A kid, a kid.
Page 95 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Page 46 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Page 64 - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
Page 9 - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?