Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets; Together with Some Few of Later Date, المجلد 3F.C. and J. Rivington, 1812 |
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الصفحة 29
... Sir Gawain , in stanzas of 6 lines , beginning thus : List : wen Arthur he was k : 10. The Carle of Carlisle is another romantic tale about Sir Gawain , in the same MS . p . 448 , in ... Sir Kay rugged Gawain METRICAL ROMANCES , & C . 29.
... Sir Gawain , in stanzas of 6 lines , beginning thus : List : wen Arthur he was k : 10. The Carle of Carlisle is another romantic tale about Sir Gawain , in the same MS . p . 448 , in ... Sir Kay rugged Gawain METRICAL ROMANCES , & C . 29.
الصفحة 30
... Sir Kay rugged and disobliging , & c . " Sir Gawain with his olde curtesie " is mentioned by Chaucer as noted to a proverb , in his Squire's Tale . Canterb . Tales , Vol . ii . p . 104 . 11. Syr Launfal , an excellent old Romance ...
... Sir Kay rugged and disobliging , & c . " Sir Gawain with his olde curtesie " is mentioned by Chaucer as noted to a proverb , in his Squire's Tale . Canterb . Tales , Vol . ii . p . 104 . 11. Syr Launfal , an excellent old Romance ...
الصفحة 59
... Sir Lancelot , sir Stephen bolde , They rode with them that daye ; And foremoste of the companye There rode the stewarde Kaye : Soe did sir Banier and sir Bore , 45 And eke Sir Garratte ... Kay , sayde sir Gawàine , And SIR GAWAINE . 59.
... Sir Lancelot , sir Stephen bolde , They rode with them that daye ; And foremoste of the companye There rode the stewarde Kaye : Soe did sir Banier and sir Bore , 45 And eke Sir Garratte ... Kay , sayde sir Gawàine , And SIR GAWAINE . 59.
الصفحة 60
... Kay , sayde sir Gawàine , And amend thee of thy life : * For there is a knight amongst us all , Must marry her to his wife . What marry this foule queane , quoth Kay , I ' the devil's name anone ; Gett mee a wife wherever I maye , In ...
... Kay , sayde sir Gawàine , And amend thee of thy life : * For there is a knight amongst us all , Must marry her to his wife . What marry this foule queane , quoth Kay , I ' the devil's name anone ; Gett mee a wife wherever I maye , In ...
الصفحة 66
... sir Kay , the ' king's ' seneschal . Silence , my soveraignes , quoth this courteous knight , And in that stound the stowre began still : ' Then ' the dwarfe's dinner full deerely was dight ; Of wine and wassel he had his wille : And ...
... sir Kay , the ' king's ' seneschal . Silence , my soveraignes , quoth this courteous knight , And in that stound the stowre began still : ' Then ' the dwarfe's dinner full deerely was dight ; Of wine and wassel he had his wille : And ...
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الصفحة 254 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
الصفحة 219 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th...
الصفحة 126 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) ; With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
الصفحة 393 - So shall the fairest face appear When youth and years are flown; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death has reft their crown.
الصفحة 302 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
الصفحة 337 - 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.
الصفحة 243 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
الصفحة 265 - Mary's days On many a grassy plain. But since of late Elizabeth, And, later, James came in, They never danced on any heath, As when the time hath bin.
الصفحة 126 - ... paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the...