Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric King) Together with Some Few of Later Date ...

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J. Dodsley, 1765 - Ballads, English
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Page 325 - a copy in the editor's folio MS. WHEN love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whifper at my grates, When I lye tangled in her haire, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the aire, Know no fuch
Page 319 - fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks, With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks ; Like an old courtier, &c. With an old hall, hung about with pikes, guns, and bows, With old
Page 366 - bleeding after? Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow ; Take afF, take aff thefe bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho' thou art, yet beft, yet beft beluv'd, O could my warmth to life
Page 134 - 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 fake, That was fo faire and brighte, The keeping of this bower he gave Unto a valiant knighte. But fortune, that doth often frowne Where
Page 333 - chaunt her wonted tale In that her narrow hermitage ? / Even then her charming melody doth prove, 65 That all her bars are trees, her cage a grove. I am that bird, whom they combine Thus to deprive of liberty ; But though they do my corps confine, Yet maugre hate, my
Page 326 - Nor iron barres a cage, Mindes, innocent, and quiet, take That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my
Page 319 - old houfe at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old. courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier. With an old lady,
Page 319 - their wages, And never knew what belong'd to coachmen, footmen, nor pages, But kept twenty old fellows with blue coats and badges ; Like an old courtier, &c. With an old ftudy fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend
Page 370 - I had met a traitor's doom, To have fallen, my country crying He has play'd an Englilh part, Had been better far than dying Of a griev'd and broken heart. Unrepining at thy glory, Thy fuccefsful arms we hail ; But remember our
Page 298 - o' the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare ; And by this ye may ken right weil, They were twa luvers deare.

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