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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... shal bete for hem bo , he shal him burewen thah he hire bel By body ant soule y sugge al so , that some beoth founden under felde , That hath to fere is meste fo , of gomenes he mai gon al gelde , ant sore ben fered on folde , Lest he ...
... shal bete for hem bo , he shal him burewen thah he hire bel By body ant soule y sugge al so , that some beoth founden under felde , That hath to fere is meste fo , of gomenes he mai gon al gelde , ant sore ben fered on folde , Lest he ...
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... shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ? Heo me wol to dethe bryng , longe er my day . Gret hire wel , that swete thyng , with ezenen gray . Hyre heze haveth wounded me y wisse ; Hire bende browen that bringeth blisse ...
... shal that lefly syng , That thus is marred in mournyng ? Heo me wol to dethe bryng , longe er my day . Gret hire wel , that swete thyng , with ezenen gray . Hyre heze haveth wounded me y wisse ; Hire bende browen that bringeth blisse ...
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... ; Wormes woweth under cloude , Wymmen waxeth wounder proude , so wel hit wol hem seme . zef me shal wonte wille of on , This wunne weole y wole for - gon , ant wyht in wode be fleme . XIV . [ Fol . 71 , vo . ] 44 SPECIMENS OF.
... ; Wormes woweth under cloude , Wymmen waxeth wounder proude , so wel hit wol hem seme . zef me shal wonte wille of on , This wunne weole y wole for - gon , ant wyht in wode be fleme . XIV . [ Fol . 71 , vo . ] 44 SPECIMENS OF.
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... shal murthes meten ; Monne mest y am to mene ; Lord , that hast me lyf to - lene , such lotes lef me leten ! Such lyf ich have lad fol zore , Merci , loverd ! y nul namore , bowen ichulle to bete ; Syker hit siweth me ful sore , Gabbes ...
... shal murthes meten ; Monne mest y am to mene ; Lord , that hast me lyf to - lene , such lotes lef me leten ! Such lyf ich have lad fol zore , Merci , loverd ! y nul namore , bowen ichulle to bete ; Syker hit siweth me ful sore , Gabbes ...
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... shal murthes mete . To mete murthes ich wes wel fous , ant comely mon ta calle ; Y sugge by other ase bi ous , ys hirmon halt in hous , Alse ase heved hount in halle . Dredful deth , why wolt thou dare , Bryng this body that is so bare ...
... shal murthes mete . To mete murthes ich wes wel fous , ant comely mon ta calle ; Y sugge by other ase bi ous , ys hirmon halt in hous , Alse ase heved hount in halle . Dredful deth , why wolt thou dare , Bryng this body that is so bare ...
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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.