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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... thou thi self sys . That syht upon that semly , to blis he is broht , He is solsecle , to sanne ys for - soht . He is papejai in pyn that beteth me my bale , To trewe tortle in a tour , y telle the mi tale , He is thrustle thryven in ...
... thou thi self sys . That syht upon that semly , to blis he is broht , He is solsecle , to sanne ys for - soht . He is papejai in pyn that beteth me my bale , To trewe tortle in a tour , y telle the mi tale , He is thrustle thryven in ...
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... thou rewe me , To routhe thou havest me rad ; Be bote of that y bad , My lyf is long on the . Levedy , of alle londe Les me out of bonde , broht icham in wo , Have resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ...
... thou rewe me , To routhe thou havest me rad ; Be bote of that y bad , My lyf is long on the . Levedy , of alle londe Les me out of bonde , broht icham in wo , Have resting on honde , Ant sent thou me thi sonde , sone , er thou me slo ...
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... Thou rew ant red me ryht , To dethe thou havest me diht , y deze longe er my day ; thou leve upon mi lay . Treuthe ichave the plyht , To don that ich have hyht , whil mi lif leste may . Lylie - whyt hue is , Hire rode so rose on rys ...
... Thou rew ant red me ryht , To dethe thou havest me diht , y deze longe er my day ; thou leve upon mi lay . Treuthe ichave the plyht , To don that ich have hyht , whil mi lif leste may . Lylie - whyt hue is , Hire rode so rose on rys ...
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... thou hast myht , on molde y holde the murgest mon , Cunde comely ase a knyht , clerk y - cud that craftes con , In uch an hyrd thyn athel ys hyht , ant uch an athel thin hap is on . Hap that hathel hath hent , with hende let in halle ...
... thou hast myht , on molde y holde the murgest mon , Cunde comely ase a knyht , clerk y - cud that craftes con , In uch an hyrd thyn athel ys hyht , ant uch an athel thin hap is on . Hap that hathel hath hent , with hende let in halle ...
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... gladly on gere . Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede , this burde bryht , zef hire wil were ; Heo me bed go my gates , lest hire gremede , ne kepte heo non henyng here . " Y - here thou me nou , hendest in 36 SPECIMENS OF.
... gladly on gere . Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede , this burde bryht , zef hire wil were ; Heo me bed go my gates , lest hire gremede , ne kepte heo non henyng here . " Y - here thou me nou , hendest in 36 SPECIMENS OF.
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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.