Bishop Percy's Folio Manuscript: Ballads and Romances, Volume 3

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N. Trübner & Company, 1868 - Ballads, English - 595 pages
 

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Page 269 - far be it from me to countenance anything contrary to your established laws; but I have set an acorn, which when it becomes an oak, God alone knows what will be the fruit thereof.
Page 524 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. < And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Page 368 - death is sure To those that stay and those that roam, But I will nevermore endure To sit with empty hands at home. ' My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying, "Stay for shame ;" My father raves of death and wreck, They are all to blame, they are all to blame. ' God help me ! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me.
Page 394 - As his prisoner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lye ; Cupid's bands did tye them faster By the liking of an eye. In his courteous company was all her joy, To favour him in any thing she was not coy. But at last there came commandment For to set the ladies free, With their jewels still adorned, None to do them injury.
Page xxviii - THE VISION OF WILLIAM CONCERNING PIERS THE PLOWMAN, together with Vita de Dowel, Dobet, et Dobest, Secundum Wit et Resoun, by WILLIAM LANGLAND (1377 AD). The " Crowley
Page 466 - I. p. 226, is a kind of Interlude in the old ballad style, of which the first stanza alone is worth reprinting. As I went to Walsingham, To the shrine with speede, Met I with a jolly palmer In a pilgrimes weede. Now God you save, you jolly palmer ! " Welcome, lady gay, " Oft have I sued to thee for love.
Page 124 - Bedlnm, and will talk frantickly of purpose: you see pins stuck in sundry places of his naked flesh, especially in his arms, which pain he gladly puts himself to (being...
Page 10 - And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline, thou little think'st on mee, But I will still be true.
Page 367 - And yet atto the leest he hath his holsom walke, and mery at his ease: a swete ayre of the swete sauoure of the meede floures : that makyth hym hungry.
Page 12 - Thoughe he be stiff in stowre. Goe fetch him downe the Eldridge sworde, The kinge he cryde, with speede : Nowe heaven assist thee, courteous knighte ; My daughter is thy meede.

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