Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the FirstPercy Society, 1841 - English literature |
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... with - outen helle , ase ich hit holde , So fele bueth founden monnes fon , the furst of hem biforen y tolde , Ther after - ward this worldes won , with muchel un - wynne us woren wolde ; Sone beth this gomenes gon , that maketh us so ...
... with - outen helle , ase ich hit holde , So fele bueth founden monnes fon , the furst of hem biforen y tolde , Ther after - ward this worldes won , with muchel un - wynne us woren wolde ; Sone beth this gomenes gon , that maketh us so ...
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... blis , More then we conne seien y - wys in Jesu compagnie . Jhesu , that wes milde ant fre , wes with spere y - stonge ; He was nailed to the tre , with scourges y - swongen . Al for mon he tholede shame , Withouten gult , 84 SPECIMENS OF.
... blis , More then we conne seien y - wys in Jesu compagnie . Jhesu , that wes milde ant fre , wes with spere y - stonge ; He was nailed to the tre , with scourges y - swongen . Al for mon he tholede shame , Withouten gult , 84 SPECIMENS OF.
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Percy Society. Al for mon he tholede shame , Withouten gult , withouten blame , bothe day ant other . Mon , ful muchel he lovede the , When he wolde make the fre , ant bicome thi brother . XXIX . [ Fol . 80 , ro . ] I SYKE when y singe ...
Percy Society. Al for mon he tholede shame , Withouten gult , withouten blame , bothe day ant other . Mon , ful muchel he lovede the , When he wolde make the fre , ant bicome thi brother . XXIX . [ Fol . 80 , ro . ] I SYKE when y singe ...
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... withouten ende . Ofte y crie merci , of mylse thou art welle , Alle buen false that bueth mad bothe of fleyshe ant felle ; Levedi suete , thou us shild from the pine of helle , Bring us to the joie that no tonge hit may of telle . Jhesu ...
... withouten ende . Ofte y crie merci , of mylse thou art welle , Alle buen false that bueth mad bothe of fleyshe ant felle ; Levedi suete , thou us shild from the pine of helle , Bring us to the joie that no tonge hit may of telle . Jhesu ...
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... withouten wrast ; Take hede to 30mon on thy ryght honde , And sithen byfore the screne thou stonde , In myddys the halle opon the flore , 197 15 20 25 Whille marshalle or ussher come fro the dore , 30 And bydde the sitte or to borde the ...
... withouten wrast ; Take hede to 30mon on thy ryght honde , And sithen byfore the screne thou stonde , In myddys the halle opon the flore , 197 15 20 25 Whille marshalle or ussher come fro the dore , 30 And bydde the sitte or to borde the ...
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bien blisse blod bote brede bryht bryng carrion crow Catskin chyld Crist cuer dame dance deth Dieu drynke femme fere feyr ffor fust Godes grete hath haveth hevene heze hire honde huerte Jack Horner JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL Jhesu John John Crowder joie king kyng lady levedy loke thou londe lord lordys Lucy Locket lyht maid Mary mede merry Mès mete molt myht namore noht nout nowell nyht old woman Percy Society Quar Richard to Robin Robin to Bobbin rode ryzt sauntz says Richard says Robin schalle shal shalbe shulde sing sone song sore speke stonde suete Suete Jhesu sunne syng thah ther thoht thou art thow thre thyng tiel trewe tyme wife WILLIAM CHAPPELL withouten Wolcum wolde wylle yf thou
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