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Page 31 - Who tooke it in her hand, And from her bended knee arose, And on her feet did stand: And casting up her eyes to heaven, She did for mercye calle; And drinking up the poison stronge, Her life she lost withalle.
Page 29 - And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust To be my love's defence ; Be careful of my gallant Rose, When I am parted hence." And therewithal he fetch'da sigh, As though his heart would break ; And Rosamond, for very grief, Not one plain word could speak. And at their parting well they might In heart be grieved sore : After that day fair Rosamond The king did see no more.
Page 26 - For I must leave my fairest flower, My sweetest Rose, a space, And cross the seas to famous France, Proud rebelles to abase. But yet, my Rose, be sure thou shalt My coming shortlye see, And in my heart, when hence I am, He beare my Rose with mee.
Page 25 - And they so cunninglye contriv'd, With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread Could enter in or out. And for his love and ladyes sake, That was so faire and brighte, The keeping of this bower he gave Unto a valiant knighte.
Page 25 - Ten thousand men that day were slain Of enemies in the field, And as many prisoners That day were forc'd to yield. Thus had our king a happy day, And victory over France, And brought them quickly under foot That late in pride did prance. The Lord preserve our noble king, And grant to him likewise, The upper hand and victory Of all his enemies!
Page 30 - Did trickle many a teare. But nothing could this furious queene Therewith appeased bee; The cup of deadlye...
Page 34 - The nurse, amidst of all their fright, Laid down the child upon the ground ; She ran away out of their sight, And never after that was found.
Page 25 - The like was never seen. Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundred and fifty doors Did to this bower belong. And they so cunningly contrived With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread Could enter in or out.