Drunken Barnaby's Four Journeys to the North of England: In Latin and English Metre. Wittily and Merrily (tho' an Hundred Years Ago) Composed; Found Among Some Old Musty Books that Had Lain a Long Time by in a Corner, and Now at Last Made Public. Together with Bessy Bell. To which is Now Added, (never Before Published,) the Ancient Ballad of Chevy Chase, in Latin and English Verse
T. and J. Allman, 1822 - 202 páginas
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Página 185 - Then stept a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, I would not have it told To Henry our king for shame, That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on. You be two Earls...
Página 191 - Then leaving life, Earl Percy took The dead man by the hand ; And said, " Earl Douglas, for thy life Would I had lost my land. " O Christ ! my very heart doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake ; For sure, a more redoubted knight Mischance did never take.
Página 193 - The noble Earl was slain. He had a Bow bent in his Hand, Made of a trusty Tree, An Arrow of a Cloth-yard long Unto the Head drew he.
Página 185 - I'll do the best that do I may, While I have power to stand : While I have power to wield my sword, I'll fight with heart and hand...
Página 183 - Ere thus I will out-braved be, One of us two shall die : I know thee well, an earl thou art, Lord Percy, so am I. But trust me, Percy, pity...
Página 199 - I have not any captain more Of such account as he." Like tidings to King Henry came, Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Was slain in Chevy Chase.
Página 177 - With fifteen hundred bow-men bold ; All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright. The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran, To chase the fallow deer: On Monday they began to hunt, Ere day-light did appear; And long before high...
Página 189 - With that there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never spoke more words than these : Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.