Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date, Volume 1
Tauchnitz, 1866 - Ballads, English
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Page 205 - dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks, 5 And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of roses With a thousand fragrant posies, 10 a
Page 281 - Nor rules of state, but rules of good : Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertaines the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend. 20 This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or feare to fall; Lord of himselfe, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 244 - And must give up their murmuring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. III.
Page 207 - Thy belt of straw, and ivie buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs; All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love. 20 But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joyes no date, nor age no need; Then those delights my mind might move To live with thee, and be thy love. XIII.
Page 225 - Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare : Youth is full of sport, Ages breath is short; 10 Youth is nimble, Age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee, 15 Youth, I do adore thee; 0, my love, my love is young: Age, I do
Page 84 - I feir a deadlie storme. Late late yestreen I saw the new moone 25 Wi' the auld moone in hir arme; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme. 0 our Scots nobles wer rieht laith To weet their cork-heild schoone
Page 281 - 20 This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or feare to fall; Lord of himselfe, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 145 - makes Benedicke confirm his resolves of not yielding to love by this protestation, "If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat 1 , and shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapt on the shoulder and called Adam:
Page 239 - And made a cruell fight : They fought until! they both did sweat, With swords of tempered steele ; Until the blood, like drops of rain, They trickling downe did feele. 140 Yeeld thee, Lord Percy, Douglas sayd; In faith I will thee bringe, Where thou shalt high advanced bee By James our Scottish king : Thy
Page 114 - IT fell about the Martinmas, Quhen the wind blew schril and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, We maun draw to a hauld. And quhat a hauld sail we draw till My mirry men and me? We wul gae to the house o' the Rodes, To see that fair ladle. The lady stude on