Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of a Later Date..Thomas Percy J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1767 - 400 pages |
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... fall I fay , " Murn on , I think to mend . " Makyne , the hope of all my heil , My heart on thee is fet ; I'll evermair to thee be leil , Quhyle I may live but lett , Never to fail as uthers feil , Quhat grace fo eir I get . " Robin ...
... fall I fay , " Murn on , I think to mend . " Makyne , the hope of all my heil , My heart on thee is fet ; I'll evermair to thee be leil , Quhyle I may live but lett , Never to fail as uthers feil , Quhat grace fo eir I get . " Robin ...
Page 88
... fall . Nowe marrye , good fellowe , fayd the kyng , Thy courtesye is but small . When the tanner he was in the kinges fadèlle , And his foote in the ftirrup was ; He marvelled greatlye in his minde , Whether it were golde or brafs . 120 ...
... fall . Nowe marrye , good fellowe , fayd the kyng , Thy courtesye is but small . When the tanner he was in the kinges fadèlle , And his foote in the ftirrup was ; He marvelled greatlye in his minde , Whether it were golde or brafs . 120 ...
Page 93
... falling fruite , Nor yet the withered tree . 25 For love is like a careleffe childe , Forgetting promise past :: 30 He is blind , or deaf , whenere he lift ; His faith is never faft . His ' fond ' defire is fickle found , And yieldes a ...
... falling fruite , Nor yet the withered tree . 25 For love is like a careleffe childe , Forgetting promise past :: 30 He is blind , or deaf , whenere he lift ; His faith is never faft . His ' fond ' defire is fickle found , And yieldes a ...
Page 98
... fall . " Robin of Rothsay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows fchute fae leil , That mony a comely countenance 75 80 They haif turnd to deidly pale . Brade Thomas tak ze but zour lance , $ 5 Ze neid nae weapons mair , Gif ze ficht weit as ze ...
... fall . " Robin of Rothsay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows fchute fae leil , That mony a comely countenance 75 80 They haif turnd to deidly pale . Brade Thomas tak ze but zour lance , $ 5 Ze neid nae weapons mair , Gif ze ficht weit as ze ...
Page 103
... fall nocht byde The strength and sharpness of my dart : " Then fent it thruch his fyde . Another arrow weil he markd , It perfit his neck in twa , His hands then quat the filver reins , He law as eard did fa . " Sair bleids my liege ...
... fall nocht byde The strength and sharpness of my dart : " Then fent it thruch his fyde . Another arrow weil he markd , It perfit his neck in twa , His hands then quat the filver reins , He law as eard did fa . " Sair bleids my liege ...
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Aldingar ancient awaye ballad banyſhed beggar beſt bonny brave caufe copy cowe-hide daye doth Earl earl of Surrey Edward faft faid fair fame fatire fayd fayes feems feen fene fhall fhee fhew fhould ficht fight firft flaine folio fome fong foon forrow frae ftand ftanzas ftill fubject fuch fweet fword gallant gold grene wode go grype Harpalus hath heart heire of Linne Henry horfe houſe intitled John king knight kyng lady little John Lord VAUX luve Makyne mankynde Mary Ambree moft moſt muft muſt mynde never noble Norfe perfon poem poet prefent preferved printed Prol queene quoth reft Robin Scotland ſhall ſhe ſhee Sir Aldingar ſpeake ſtately Synge tanner tell thee thefe theſe thofe thou thouſand Tibbe unto uſed verfe Wherfore whofe wolde wyll zour
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Page 305 - The following is chiefly printed from an ancient black-letter copy to "the tune of Deny down." AN ancient story He tell you anon Of a notable prince, that was called King John ; And he ruled England with maine and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintein'd little right.
Page 368 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan ; Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
Page 311 - 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...
Page 312 - With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks. With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks; Like an old courtier, &c.
Page 320 - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, 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.
Page 213 - Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town, In the wind bot and the weit ; Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town Wi
Page 309 - And then your grace need not make any doubt, But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be...
Page 319 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames — When thirsty grief in wine we steep...
Page 299 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Page 312 - That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.