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Merie sungen the Muneches binnen Ely , Tha Cnut ching reu ther by . Roweth ,
Cnihtes noer the lond , ( or , lant ) , And here we thes Muneches sang . Merry
sung the Monks within Ely , When Cnut the King rowed thereby . “ Row , ye
Knights ...
Merie sungen the Muneches binnen Ely , Tha Cnut ching reu ther by . Roweth ,
Cnihtes noer the lond , ( or , lant ) , And here we thes Muneches sang . Merry
sung the Monks within Ely , When Cnut the King rowed thereby . “ Row , ye
Knights ...
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Loud sing , cuckoo ! Groweth seed , and bloweth mead , And springeth the wood
, now . - Sing cuckoo ! Ewe bleateth after lamb , Loweth after calf cow : Bullock
starteth , Buck verteth , t Merry sing , cuckoo ! - Cuckoo , cuckoo !Well sing ' st
thou ...
Loud sing , cuckoo ! Groweth seed , and bloweth mead , And springeth the wood
, now . - Sing cuckoo ! Ewe bleateth after lamb , Loweth after calf cow : Bullock
starteth , Buck verteth , t Merry sing , cuckoo ! - Cuckoo , cuckoo !Well sing ' st
thou ...
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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 ...
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 ...
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King Adland hath a daughter , brother , Men call her bright and sheen , If I were
king here in your stead , That lady should be my queen Says , read † me , read
me , dear brother , Throughout merry England , Where we might find a
messenger ...
King Adland hath a daughter , brother , Men call her bright and sheen , If I were
king here in your stead , That lady should be my queen Says , read † me , read
me , dear brother , Throughout merry England , Where we might find a
messenger ...
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And aye their swords so sore can bite , Through help of gramarye , That soon
they have slain the Kemperye men , Or forced them forth to flee . King Estmere
took that fair lady , And married to his wife , And brought her home to merry
England ...
And aye their swords so sore can bite , Through help of gramarye , That soon
they have slain the Kemperye men , Or forced them forth to flee . King Estmere
took that fair lady , And married to his wife , And brought her home to merry
England ...
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ancient appears arms ballad bear bells blood bold brave breast bright bring brother called castle chief comely cried cross daughter dead dear death Earl eyes fair faith father fear feast fell fight friar give gold gone grace green hall hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Henry hill holy hour hundred John King knight lady laid land lead light live look Lord loud maid meet merry mind morn never noble o'er once passed Percy Prince Queen quoth rest rise Robin Hood round seen ship side sighed slain soon sound stand stay steed stood sweet sword tears tell thee thou thought took tower tree true turned unto wood young youth
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Página 331 - A wretch forlorn," she cried ; " Whose feet unhallowed thus intrude Where heaven and you reside : "But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
Página 211 - Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my Love.
Página 333 - Twas Edwin's self that pressed ! "Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Página 2 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort, With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Página 5 - Then Douglas swore a solemn oath, And thus in rage did say — " 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 it were, And great offence to kill Any of these our guiltless men, For they have done no ill. Let you and me the battle try, And set our men aside.
Página 346 - John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life ; And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law ; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon humour, than advis'd respect.
Página 390 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of Spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape rock, And I'll plague the abbot of Aberbrothok.
Página 328 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Página 6 - I'll fight with heart and hand.' Our English archers bent their bows, Their hearts were good and true ; At the first flight of arrows sent Full fourscore Scots they slew.
Página 345 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh, my daughter!
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Legendary Cabinet: A Collection of British National Ballads, Ancient and Modern Nineteenth Century Collections Online: European Literature, 1790-1840: The Corvey Collection |
| Autor | John Docwra Parry |
| Editor | John Docwra Parry |
| Editor | W. Joy, 1829 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 28 Mar 2006 |
| Largo | 436 páginas |
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