Early English Poetry, Ballads and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 27

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Percy Society, 1849 - English literature
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Page 47 - His muse was of universal access; and he was not only the poet of his monastery, but of the world in general*.
Page 95 - My gayest gelding I thee gave, To ride wherever liked thee ; No lady ever was so brave, And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Page 256 - GIVE Chloe a bushel of horse-hair and wool, Of paste and pomatum a pound, Ten yards of gny ribbon to deck her sweet skull, And gauze to encompass it round.
Page 92 - I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would crave: I have both waged life and land, Your love and goodwill for to have.
Page 231 - Twou'd be quite unpolite to have one wrought at home; With cobweb silk stocking his legs to befriend, Two pair underneath, his lank calves to amend ; With breeches in winter would cause one to freeze, To add to his height, must not cover his knees ; A pair of smart pumps made up of grain'd leather ; So thin he can't venture to tread on a feather ; His buckles like diamonds must glitter and shine, Should they cost fifty pounds they wou'd not be too fine; A repeater by Graham, which the hours reveals,...
Page 247 - Ye belles and beaux of London town, Come listen to my ditty ; The Muse in prancing up and down Has found out something pretty, With little hat, and hair dress'd high, And whip to ride a pony ; If you but take a right survey, Denotes a Macaroni.
Page 155 - A giddy gallant that beyond the seas Sought fashions out, his idle pate to please, In travelling did meet upon the way A fellow that was suited richly gay ; No lesse than crimson velvet did him grace, All garded and re-garded with gold lace. His hat was feather'd like a lady's fan, Which made the gallant think him some great man, A ml vayl'd unto him with a meek salute, In reverence of his gilded velvet sute. 'Sir...
Page 94 - Thy crimson stockings all of silk, With gold all wrought above the knee ; Thy pumps as white as was the milk, And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Page 1 - When, at length, winter returns, many engraft immediately upon the cape a capuce ; then it is squared ; after being squared it is rounded ; and so it becomes an aumuce.
Page 138 - The French affects the Orleans' grape, The Spaniard tastes his sherry, The English none of these can 'scape, But he with all makes merry. The Italian in her high chopine,* Scotch lass, and lovely Frow too, The Spanish Donna, French Madam, He will not fear to go to ; Nothing so full of hazard dread, Nought lives above the centre, No fashion, health, no wine, nor wench, On which he dare not venture.

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