Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Political ballads published in England during the commonwealth

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Percy Society, 1841 - English literature

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Page 248 - Harrison hanged, drawn, and quartered; which was done there, he looking as cheerful as any man could do in that condition. He was presently cut down, and his head and heart shown to the people, at which there was great shouts of joy. It is said that he said that he was sure to come shortly at the right hand of Christ to judge them that now had judged him; and that his wife do expect his coming again.
Page 87 - JL 1647. A LOYALL SONG, OF THE ROYALL FEAST KEPT BY THE PRISONERS IN THE TOWRE, AUGUST LAST, WITH THE NAMES, TITLES, AND CHARACTERS OF EVERY PRISONER. BY SIR FW, KNIGHT AND BARONET, PRISONER.
Page 55 - That none but by a clew of thread Could enter in or out. And for his love and ladyes sake, That was so fair and bright, The keeping of this bower he gave Unto a valiant knight. But fortune, that doth often frowne Where she before did smile, The kinges delight, the ladyes joy Full soone she did beguile.
Page 61 - Who took 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 mercy call ; And drinking up the poison strong, Her life she lost withal.
Page 210 - Strand rang a peal with their knives when they were going to sacrifice their rump. On Ludgate Hill there was one turning of the spit that had a rump tied upon it, and another basting of it. Indeed it was past imagination, both the greatness and the suddenness of it.
Page 273 - SA. WILLIAM HENRY BLACK, ESQ. JA CAHUSAC, ESQ. FSA WILLIAM CHAPPELL, ESQ. FSA, Treasurer.
Page 96 - Vaughanf looks as grave, As any beard can make him; Those come poore prisoners for to see, Doe for our patriarke take him. Old Harry is a right true blue, As valiant as Pendraggon; And would be loyall to his king, Had king Charles neer a rag on. The king sent us, &c. John...
Page 54 - Now all thy cloathing must be. My lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy lord, which grieves me sore ; The poorest life must now content thy mind : A groat to thee I may not give, Thee to maintain, while I do live ; 'Gainst my Grissel such great foes I find.
Page 30 - The Present Warre Parallel'd. Or, a briefe Relation of the five yeares civil warres of Henry the Third, King of England,
Page 55 - Farewell, my dear," said he. From stately palace Unto her father's cottage Poor Grissell now is gone. Full fifteen winters She lived there contented ; No wrong she thought upon. And at that time through All the land the speeches went, The marquess should married be Unto a noble lady great, Of high descent ; And to the same all parties did agree.

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