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 3J. Nichol, 1858 |
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... Bride's Burial 43 XIII . Dulcina XIV . The Lady Isabella's Tragedy 40 XVI . The King of France's Daughter XVII . The Sweet Neglect , by Ben . Jonson 118 119 124 126 • XV . A Hue and Cry after Cupid , by Ben . Jonson . 130 132 139 XVIII ...
... Bride's Burial 43 XIII . Dulcina XIV . The Lady Isabella's Tragedy 40 XVI . The King of France's Daughter XVII . The Sweet Neglect , by Ben . Jonson 118 119 124 126 • XV . A Hue and Cry after Cupid , by Ben . Jonson . 130 132 139 XVIII ...
الصفحة xxvi
... bride , and then sets out with her for King Arthur's court . Such is the fable of this ancient piece : which the reader may observe , is as regular in its conduct , as any of the finest poems of classical antiquity . If the execution ...
... bride , and then sets out with her for King Arthur's court . Such is the fable of this ancient piece : which the reader may observe , is as regular in its conduct , as any of the finest poems of classical antiquity . If the execution ...
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... bride soe bright of blee . And there with him queene Guenever , That bride so bright in bowre : And all his barons about him stoode , That were both stiffe and stowre . The king a royale Christmasse kept , With mirth and princelye ...
... bride soe bright of blee . And there with him queene Guenever , That bride so bright in bowre : And all his barons about him stoode , That were both stiffe and stowre . The king a royale Christmasse kept , With mirth and princelye ...
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... bride so bright of blee . ' What newes ? what newes ? thou noble king , 5 Howe , Arthur , hast thou sped ? Where hast thou hung the carlish knighte ? " And where bestow'd his head ? ' The carlish knight is safe for mee , And free fro ...
... bride so bright of blee . ' What newes ? what newes ? thou noble king , 5 Howe , Arthur , hast thou sped ? Where hast thou hung the carlish knighte ? " And where bestow'd his head ? ' The carlish knight is safe for mee , And free fro ...
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... bride . 40 And wee'll have hawkes and wee'll have houndes , To cover our intent ; And wee'll away to the greene forèst , As wee a hunting went . ' Sir Lancelot , sir Stephen bolde , They rode with them that daye ; And foremoste of the ...
... bride . 40 And wee'll have hawkes and wee'll have houndes , To cover our intent ; And wee'll away to the greene forèst , As wee a hunting went . ' Sir Lancelot , sir Stephen bolde , They rode with them that daye ; And foremoste of the ...
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الصفحة 158 - 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 273 - TwAS at the silent solemn hour, When night and morning meet; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud; And clay-cold was her lily hand That held her sable shroud. 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. Her bloom was like the springing flower, That sips the silver dew; The rose was budded in her cheek, Just opening to the...
الصفحة 167 - 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 69 - 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.
الصفحة 229 - 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 vii - Cowley : so, on the contrary, an ordinary song or ballad, that is the delight of the common people, cannot fail to please all such readers as are not unqualified for the entertainment by their affectation or ignorance ; and the reason is plain, because the same paintings of nature which recommend it to the most ordinary reader, will appear beautiful to the most refined.
الصفحة 139 - 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.
الصفحة 142 - God knows what will become of them, When I am dead and gone.
الصفحة 198 - LORD Thomas and fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill ; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, They had not talkt their fill. Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill : " A' I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends will.
الصفحة 118 - FORSAKEN 0 waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where I and my Love wont to gae...