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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... , un - mihti aren is meste mede ; This hedy hath on honde y - had , that hevene hem is hest to hede : Icherde a blisse budel us bad , the dreri domes - dai to drede , Of sunful sauhting sone be sad , that derne doth 22 SPECIMENS OF.
... , un - mihti aren is meste mede ; This hedy hath on honde y - had , that hevene hem is hest to hede : Icherde a blisse budel us bad , the dreri domes - dai to drede , Of sunful sauhting sone be sad , that derne doth 22 SPECIMENS OF.
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Percy Society. Of sunful sauhting sone be sad , that derne doth this derne dede ; thah he ben derne done , This wrakeful werkes under wede in soule soteleth sone . Sone is sotel , as ich ou sai , this sake al thah hit seme suete , That ...
Percy Society. Of sunful sauhting sone be sad , that derne doth this derne dede ; thah he ben derne done , This wrakeful werkes under wede in soule soteleth sone . Sone is sotel , as ich ou sai , this sake al thah hit seme suete , That ...
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... Sone beth this gomenes gon , that maketh us so brag ant bolde , ant biddeth us ben blythe ; An ende he casteth ous fol colde , in sunne ant sorewe sythe . In sunne ant sorewe y am seint , that siweth me so fully sore ; My murthe is al ...
... Sone beth this gomenes gon , that maketh us so brag ant bolde , ant biddeth us ben blythe ; An ende he casteth ous fol colde , in sunne ant sorewe sythe . In sunne ant sorewe y am seint , that siweth me so fully sore ; My murthe is al ...
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... ant mondrake , thouh miht of the mone , Trewe triacle y - told with tonges in trone , Such licoris mai leche from lyve to lone , Such sucre mon secheth that saveth men sone , Blithe y - blessed of Crist that bayeth me mi 26 SPECIMENS OF.
... ant mondrake , thouh miht of the mone , Trewe triacle y - told with tonges in trone , Such licoris mai leche from lyve to lone , Such sucre mon secheth that saveth men sone , Blithe y - blessed of Crist that bayeth me mi 26 SPECIMENS OF.
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... 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.
... 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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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.