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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... sent , From alle wymmen mi love is lent ant lyht on Alysoun . On heu hire her is fayr y - noh , hire browe broune , hire езе blake ; With lossum chere he on me loh ; with middel smal ant wel y - make ; Bote he me wolle to hire take ...
... sent , From alle wymmen mi love is lent ant lyht on Alysoun . On heu hire her is fayr y - noh , hire browe broune , hire езе blake ; With lossum chere he on me loh ; with middel smal ant wel y - make ; Bote he me wolle to hire take ...
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... resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ; my reste is with the ro : Thah men to me han onde , To love nuly noht wonde , ne lete for non of tho . Levedi , with al my miht My love is on LYRIC POETRY . 29.
... resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ; my reste is with the ro : Thah men to me han onde , To love nuly noht wonde , ne lete for non of tho . Levedi , with al my miht My love is on LYRIC POETRY . 29.
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... sent in londe of levedis alle . IX . [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] MOSTI ryden by Rybbesdale , Wilde wymmen forte wale , ant welde wuch ich wolde ; Founde were the feyrest on That ever wes mad of blod ant bon in boure best with bolde . Ase sonne ...
... sent in londe of levedis alle . IX . [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] MOSTI ryden by Rybbesdale , Wilde wymmen forte wale , ant welde wuch ich wolde ; Founde were the feyrest on That ever wes mad of blod ant bon in boure best with bolde . Ase sonne ...
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... Sent thou me my suetyng . Blow , northerne wynd , blou , blou , blou ! Ichot a burde in boure bryht , That fully semly is on syht , Menskful maiden of myht , feir ant fre to fonde ; In al this wurhliche won , A burde of blod ant of bon ...
... Sent thou me my suetyng . Blow , northerne wynd , blou , blou , blou ! Ichot a burde in boure bryht , That fully semly is on syht , Menskful maiden of myht , feir ant fre to fonde ; In al this wurhliche won , A burde of blod ant of bon ...
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... sent , His kyngdam for to cleymyn , So blyssid be the tyme ! Al in a clene maydyn our Lord was i - ly3t , Us for to savyn with al his my3t , So blyssid , etc. Al of a clene maydyn our Lord was i - 8 CHRISTMAS CAROLS .
... sent , His kyngdam for to cleymyn , So blyssid be the tyme ! Al in a clene maydyn our Lord was i - ly3t , Us for to savyn with al his my3t , So blyssid , etc. Al of a clene maydyn our Lord was i - 8 CHRISTMAS CAROLS .
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Página 177 - 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 82 - 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 161 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Página 37 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Página 161 - THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Página 7 - 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? I frightened a little mouse Under her chair.
Página 25 - 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 44 - 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 100 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
Página vii - A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.