On Friar Rush and the frolicsome elves. Observations on Dunlop's History of fiction. On the history and transmission of popular stories. On the poetry of history. Adventures of Hereward the Saxon. The story of Eustace the monk. The history of Fulke Fitz Warine. On the popular cycle of the Robin Hood ballads. The conquest of Ireland by the Anglo-Normans. On old English political songs. On the Scottish poet Dunbar
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Page 84 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Page 197 - Here is a wonder semely syght ; Me thynketh, by goddes pyne, His men are more at his byddynge, Then my men be at myn." Full hastly was theyr dyner idyght, And therto gan they gone ; They served our kynge with al theyr myght, Both Robyn and Lytell Johan. Anone before our kynge was set The fatte venyson, The good whyte brede, the good red wyne, And therto the fyne ale browne.
Page 278 - A man might then behold At Christmas, in each hall Good fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small. The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chidden When this old cap was new.
Page 278 - Were fill'd with wine and beer ; No pewter pot nor can In those days did appear : Good cheer in a nobleman's house Was counted a seemly show ; We wanted no brawn nor souse, When this old cap was new.
Page 5 - Jews' harps, and ring bells and make answer to those that call them, and speake with certain signes, laughters and merry gestures, so that those of the house come at last to be so familiar and well acquainted with them that they fear them not at all. But in truth, if they had free power to put in execution their...
Page 262 - The Kyng of Alemaigne wende do ful wel, He saisede the mulne for a castel, With hare sharpe swerdes he grounde the stel, He wende that the sayles were mangonel To helpe Wyndesore, Richard, thah thou be ever, &c. The Kyng of Alemaigne gederede ys host, Makede him a castel of a mulne post, Wende with is prude, ant is muchele bost, Brohte from Alemayne mony sori gost To store Wyndesore.
Page 31 - Ten pounds, quoth he, I will give thee, sweet Neece, with all my heart, So thou wilt grant to me thy love, to ease my troubled heart. Then let me a writing have, quoth he, from your owne hand with speed, That I may marry my sweet-heart when I have done this deed.
Page 286 - Tis you must perfect this great work, And all malignants slay ; You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way.
Page 86 - The wise men returned immediately to the king. Robert, they said, would be bold and valiant, and would gain renown and honour, but he would finally be overcome by violence, and die in prison. William would be powerful and strong as the eagle, but feared and hated for his cruelty and violence, until he ended a wicked life by a bad death.
Page 27 - Priest and all into a great poole of water that was under the window : then went he into the stable for a horse and rode into the poole, and tooke the rope that hung at the basket, and tying it to the horses tayle, rode through the poole three or four times.