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 Later Date. Volume the First. [-third.].J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1765 - Ballads, English |
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... give it in a more cor- rect manner , than almost any other Poem in thefe volumes , is owing to the great care and exactress of the accurate Editor of the PROLUSIONS 8vo . 1760 ; who has formed the text from two copies found in two ...
... give it in a more cor- rect manner , than almost any other Poem in thefe volumes , is owing to the great care and exactress of the accurate Editor of the PROLUSIONS 8vo . 1760 ; who has formed the text from two copies found in two ...
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... give a few of the introductory lines , " Grant gracious God , grant me this time , " That I may say , or I ceafe , thy felven to please ; " And Mary his mother , that maketh this world ; " And all the feemlie faints , that fitten in ...
... give a few of the introductory lines , " Grant gracious God , grant me this time , " That I may say , or I ceafe , thy felven to please ; " And Mary his mother , that maketh this world ; " And all the feemlie faints , that fitten in ...
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... gives us a fine picture of the compofure and fleadiness with which this fout earl beheld bis approaching fate . The verfes are preferved by ROUSE a contemporary hiftorian , who feems to have copied them from the Earl's own hand writing ...
... gives us a fine picture of the compofure and fleadiness with which this fout earl beheld bis approaching fate . The verfes are preferved by ROUSE a contemporary hiftorian , who feems to have copied them from the Earl's own hand writing ...
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... Att him I caft my glove . But feeing Ime able noe battell to make , My liege , grant me a knight To fight with that traitor Aldingar , To maintaine me in my right . " E 2 85 " Now " Now forty dayes I will give thee To feeke AND BALLAD S.
... Att him I caft my glove . But feeing Ime able noe battell to make , My liege , grant me a knight To fight with that traitor Aldingar , To maintaine me in my right . " E 2 85 " Now " Now forty dayes I will give thee To feeke AND BALLAD S.
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... give thee To feeke thee a knight therin : If thou find not a knight in forty dayes Thy bodye it must brenn . " 90 Then fhee fent eaft , and fhee fent weft , By north and fouth bedeene : But never a champion colde fhe find , 95 Wolde ...
... give thee To feeke thee a knight therin : If thou find not a knight in forty dayes Thy bodye it must brenn . " 90 Then fhee fent eaft , and fhee fent weft , By north and fouth bedeene : But never a champion colde fhe find , 95 Wolde ...
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ancient awaye ballad beſt blind beggar bonny Braes of Yarrow brave bride copy daye Defire doth earl earl of Murray England faft faid fair Annet fame father fayd faye feems feen fene fhall fhee fhew fholde fight filke firft flaine folio fome fong fons foone forrow foul frae ftand ftanza ftill ftrong fubject fuch fweete fword gallant George Gascoigne gold grace hath heart heire of Linne Henry intitled John king Henrye king of Scots knight kyng kythe lady ladye lero Lilli little John lord luve Makyne Mary Ambree moft moſt muft muſt neir never noble perfon poem preferved prettye Befsee printed Prol queene quoth Rofamonde Rofe ſay Scotland ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhee ſhould Sir Andrew tell thee thefe therfore theſe thofe thouſand unto verfe whofe wold wyll
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Page 325 - 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.
Page 211 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a king! He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the ba'; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower among them a'.
Page 326 - 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 302 - 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 370 - Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart. "Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease...
Page 319 - THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER. ANONYMOUS. AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, 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.
Page 138 - The like was never scene. Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundered and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunninglye contriv'd With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread, Could enter in or out.
Page 319 - 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 362 - And lay him on the Braes of Yarrow. Then build, then build, ye sisters sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow, And weep around in waeful wise, His helpless fate on the Braes of Yarrow.
Page 298 - Lord Thomas was buried without kirkwa, Fair Annet within the quiere, And o the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil 'They were twa luvers deare.