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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... grete ant gray y - noh , Th [ at ] lussum when heo on me loh , y - bend wax eyther breze . The mone with hire muchele maht , Ne leveth non such lyht a naht , that is in heovene heze , Ase hire forhed doth in day ; For wham thus muchel y ...
... grete ant gray y - noh , Th [ at ] lussum when heo on me loh , y - bend wax eyther breze . The mone with hire muchele maht , Ne leveth non such lyht a naht , that is in heovene heze , Ase hire forhed doth in day ; For wham thus muchel y ...
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... grete ant gode , With browen blysfol under hode , He that reste him on the rode that leflich lyf honoure ! Blou , etc. Hire lure lumes liht , Ase a launterne a nyht , Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht , so feyr heo is ant fyn ; A suetly suyre ...
... grete ant gode , With browen blysfol under hode , He that reste him on the rode that leflich lyf honoure ! Blou , etc. Hire lure lumes liht , Ase a launterne a nyht , Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht , so feyr heo is ant fyn ; A suetly suyre ...
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... that the shall lete ! Tharefore me shulden ofte the grete , With salte teres ant eze wepe . Suete Jhesu , kyng of londe , Thou make me fer understonde , That min herte mote fonde , Hou suete bueth thi LYRIC POETRY . 57.
... that the shall lete ! Tharefore me shulden ofte the grete , With salte teres ant eze wepe . Suete Jhesu , kyng of londe , Thou make me fer understonde , That min herte mote fonde , Hou suete bueth thi LYRIC POETRY . 57.
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... that gladieth al my song ; Ich wot al myd i - wisse My joie ant eke my blisse on him is al y - long . When y mi selve stonde , ant with myn ezen seo , Thurled fot ant honde with grete nayles threo ; Blody LYRIC POETRY . 61.
... that gladieth al my song ; Ich wot al myd i - wisse My joie ant eke my blisse on him is al y - long . When y mi selve stonde , ant with myn ezen seo , Thurled fot ant honde with grete nayles threo ; Blody LYRIC POETRY . 61.
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Percy Society. Thurled fot ant honde with grete nayles threo ; Blody wes ys heved , On him nes nout bileved that wes of peynes freo ; Wel , wel ohte myn herte For his love to swerte , ant sike ant sory beo . Jesu milde ant softe , zef me ...
Percy Society. Thurled fot ant honde with grete nayles threo ; Blody wes ys heved , On him nes nout bileved that wes of peynes freo ; Wel , wel ohte myn herte For his love to swerte , ant sike ant sory beo . Jesu milde ant softe , zef me ...
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azeyn bien blisse blod bote brede bryht bryng carrion crow Catskin chyld Crist cuer dame dance deth Dieu drynke femme fere feyr ffor 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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Page 177 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 82 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 161 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 37 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Page 161 - THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Page 7 - Pussy cat, pussy cat. Where have you been? I've been to London To look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat. What did you there? I frightened a little mouse Under her chair.
Page 25 - The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary ; And I pray you, my masters, be merry, Quot estis in convivio. Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes Domino.
Page 44 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Page 100 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
Page vii - A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.