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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... halle , Selthe be hem sent in londe of levedis alle . IX . [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] MOSTI ryden by Rybbesdale , Wilde wymmen forte wale , ant welde wuch ich wolde ; Founde were the feyrest on That ever wes mad of blod ant bon in boure best ...
... halle , Selthe be hem sent in londe of levedis alle . IX . [ Fol . 66 , vo . ] MOSTI ryden by Rybbesdale , Wilde wymmen forte wale , ant welde wuch ich wolde ; Founde were the feyrest on That ever wes mad of blod ant bon in boure best ...
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... halle , myn huerte gynneth to helde ;. That er wes wildest in with walle , Nou is under fote y - falle , ant mey no fynger felde . Ther ich wes luef , icham ful loht , Ant alle myn godes me at - goht , myn gomenes waxeth gelde ; That ...
... halle , myn huerte gynneth to helde ;. That er wes wildest in with walle , Nou is under fote y - falle , ant mey no fynger felde . Ther ich wes luef , icham ful loht , Ant alle myn godes me at - goht , myn gomenes waxeth gelde ; That ...
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... halle . Dredful deth , why wolt thou dare , Bryng this body that is so bare , ant yn bale y - bounde ? Careful mon , y - cast in care , Y falewe as flour y - let forth - fare , ychabbe myn dethes wounde . Murthes helpeth me no more ...
... halle . Dredful deth , why wolt thou dare , Bryng this body that is so bare , ant yn bale y - bounde ? Careful mon , y - cast in care , Y falewe as flour y - let forth - fare , ychabbe myn dethes wounde . Murthes helpeth me no more ...
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... grome , Ther to the nedys to take the tome ; ffor yf he be of logh degré , Than hym falles to come to the ; Yf he be gentylmon of kynne , The porter wille lede the to hym . B 5 10 When thow come tho halle dor to , Do of.
... grome , Ther to the nedys to take the tome ; ffor yf he be of logh degré , Than hym falles to come to the ; Yf he be gentylmon of kynne , The porter wille lede the to hym . B 5 10 When thow come tho halle dor to , Do of.
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... halle be at the furst mete , This lessoun loke thou nozt forzete , The stuard , countroller , and tresurere , Sittand at de deshe , thou haylse in fere . Within the halle sett on ayther side , Sitten other gentylmen as falle that tyde ...
... halle be at the furst mete , This lessoun loke thou nozt forzete , The stuard , countroller , and tresurere , Sittand at de deshe , thou haylse in fere . Within the halle sett on ayther side , Sitten other gentylmen as falle that tyde ...
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