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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... kyng , cayser , ne clerk with croune , this semly serven that me ne may seme . Semen him may on sonde , this semly serven so , Bothe with fet ant honde , for on that us warp from wo . Nou wo in world ys went a - way , ant weole is come ...
... kyng , cayser , ne clerk with croune , this semly serven that me ne may seme . Semen him may on sonde , this semly serven so , Bothe with fet ant honde , for on that us warp from wo . Nou wo in world ys went a - way , ant weole is come ...
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... kyng , 3ef feole false nere ; Heo beoth to rad upon huere red , To love ther me hem lastes bed , when heo shule fenge fere ; Lut in londe are to leve , Thah me hem trewe trouthe zeve , for tricherie to zere ; When trichour hath is ...
... kyng , 3ef feole false nere ; Heo beoth to rad upon huere red , To love ther me hem lastes bed , when heo shule fenge fere ; Lut in londe are to leve , Thah me hem trewe trouthe zeve , for tricherie to zere ; When trichour hath is ...
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... kyng ant trewe in trone , That thou be with me sahte sone , asoyle me of sunne . Fol ich wes in folies fayn , In luthere lastes y am layn , that maketh myn thryftes thunne ; That semly sawes wes woned to - seyn , Nou is marred al my ...
... kyng ant trewe in trone , That thou be with me sahte sone , asoyle me of sunne . Fol ich wes in folies fayn , In luthere lastes y am layn , that maketh myn thryftes thunne ; That semly sawes wes woned to - seyn , Nou is marred al my ...
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... Wo is him that the shall lete ! Tharefore me shulden ofte the grete , With salte teres ant eze wepe . Suete Jhesu , kyng of londe , Thou make me fer understonde , That min herte mote fonde , Hou suete bueth thi LYRIC POETRY . 57.
... Wo is him that the shall lete ! Tharefore me shulden ofte the grete , With salte teres ant eze wepe . Suete Jhesu , kyng of londe , Thou make me fer understonde , That min herte mote fonde , Hou suete bueth thi LYRIC POETRY . 57.
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... kyng , zef us alle god endyng , that bone biddeth the ; At the biginnyng of mi song , Jhesu , Ꭹ the preye among , be ; in stude al wher y For thou art kyng of alle , To the y clepie ant calle , thou have merci of me . This ender day in ...
... kyng , zef us alle god endyng , that bone biddeth the ; At the biginnyng of mi song , Jhesu , Ꭹ the preye among , be ; in stude al wher y For thou art kyng of alle , To the y clepie ant calle , thou have merci of me . This ender day in ...
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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?