Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the FirstPercy Society, 1841 |
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... joie , ele ne va pas soule . Amour de femme moun cuer entame , de fere un poy enveysure , Pur sauver femme de tote blame , chescun devereit mettre cure ; Pur l'amour de une dame , que tot le mound en terre honure , Que femme esclaundre ...
... joie , ele ne va pas soule . Amour de femme moun cuer entame , de fere un poy enveysure , Pur sauver femme de tote blame , chescun devereit mettre cure ; Pur l'amour de une dame , que tot le mound en terre honure , Que femme esclaundre ...
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... joie de parays , en terre ; Yl n'y a nulle terrene , que purra à tous plere . Femmes portent les oyls veyrs , e regardent come faucoun ; Mout doit estre en bon espeyr cely qe gist en lor prisoun ; Quar al matyn ne à seyr rien n'y avera ...
... joie de parays , en terre ; Yl n'y a nulle terrene , que purra à tous plere . Femmes portent les oyls veyrs , e regardent come faucoun ; Mout doit estre en bon espeyr cely qe gist en lor prisoun ; Quar al matyn ne à seyr rien n'y avera ...
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... nul ne savera devyser la bounté de femmes , ce savoms bien . Femmes portent le vis cler , * * Dieu me doint à joie aver * la bele douce qu'est le myen demeyne ; Unque ne trovay en ly fors bounté e cuer certeygne LYRIC POETRY . 7 ་
... nul ne savera devyser la bounté de femmes , ce savoms bien . Femmes portent le vis cler , * * Dieu me doint à joie aver * la bele douce qu'est le myen demeyne ; Unque ne trovay en ly fors bounté e cuer certeygne LYRIC POETRY . 7 ་
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... joie sauntz nulle peyne u mounde ; Nul ne savera deviser la joie que de femme habounde . Si tous l'espieces en tenz de pees , qe de tous terres venent par mer , Fuissent lyés en un fees , e um les devereit bien juger , Il n'y a nul de ...
... joie sauntz nulle peyne u mounde ; Nul ne savera deviser la joie que de femme habounde . Si tous l'espieces en tenz de pees , qe de tous terres venent par mer , Fuissent lyés en un fees , e um les devereit bien juger , Il n'y a nul de ...
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... joie fonteyne . source de amistée . Place là ou femme siet , en sale ou banc countre mur , Totes vileynyes het , tant come porte fruit si pur , De totes arbres dount fueille chet , si est femme sovereyn flur , Chescun homme à mieux qu ...
... joie fonteyne . source de amistée . Place là ou femme siet , en sale ou banc countre mur , Totes vileynyes het , tant come porte fruit si pur , De totes arbres dount fueille chet , si est femme sovereyn flur , Chescun homme à mieux qu ...
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Página 179 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Página 84 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Página 132 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Página 27 - The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary ; And I pray you, my masters, be merry Quot estis in convivio. Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes domino.
Página 63 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Página 5 - Then came the Holy One, blessed be He ! And killed the Angel of Death, That killed the butcher, That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid That my father bought For two pieces of money: A kid, a kid.
Página 95 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Página 46 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Página 64 - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
Página 9 - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?