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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... gold given to his ser- vants . 6. The Romance of Syr Bevis is described in this volume , Book III . No. I. Two manuscript copies of this poem are extant at Cambridge ; viz . in the Public Library * , and in that of Caius Coll . Class A ...
... gold given to his ser- vants . 6. The Romance of Syr Bevis is described in this volume , Book III . No. I. Two manuscript copies of this poem are extant at Cambridge ; viz . in the Public Library * , and in that of Caius Coll . Class A ...
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... gold , and the horne had such a virtue , that there might no ladye or gentlewoman drinke of that horne , " but if she were true to her husband : and if shee were " false she should spill all the drinke , and if shee were " true unto her ...
... gold , and the horne had such a virtue , that there might no ladye or gentlewoman drinke of that horne , " but if she were true to her husband : and if shee were " false she should spill all the drinke , and if shee were " true unto her ...
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... gold : Then every knight in Arthurs court Did her behold . 130 Then spake dame Guénever To Arthur our king ; She hath tane yonder mantle Not with right , but with wronge . See you not yonder woman , 135 That maketh her self soe cleane ...
... gold : Then every knight in Arthurs court Did her behold . 130 Then spake dame Guénever To Arthur our king ; She hath tane yonder mantle Not with right , but with wronge . See you not yonder woman , 135 That maketh her self soe cleane ...
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... gold that ronge : 180 He said , there was noe cuckolde Shall drinke of my horne ; But he shold it sheede Either behind or beforne . Ver . 170. them upon , MS . Ver . 175. or birtled , MS . Some Some shedd on their shoulder , And some on ...
... gold that ronge : 180 He said , there was noe cuckolde Shall drinke of my horne ; But he shold it sheede Either behind or beforne . Ver . 170. them upon , MS . Ver . 175. or birtled , MS . Some Some shedd on their shoulder , And some on ...
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... hundred pieces of fine coyned gold Were given this dwarf for his message bold . * i . e . set round the border , as furs are now round the gowns of Magistrates . But But say to sir Ryence , thou dwarf , quoth 66 KING RYENCE'S CHALLENGE .
... hundred pieces of fine coyned gold Were given this dwarf for his message bold . * i . e . set round the border , as furs are now round the gowns of Magistrates . But But say to sir Ryence , thou dwarf , quoth 66 KING RYENCE'S CHALLENGE .
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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...