Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 Seiten |
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... said , I am redi thi confeffour to be . He was holden fo , that he ne passed that hour . For Jac Napes foule Placebo and Dirige . Who shall execute his exequies , wt a solempnite , Biffhopes & lordes , as grete refon is , Monkes ...
... said , I am redi thi confeffour to be . He was holden fo , that he ne passed that hour . For Jac Napes foule Placebo and Dirige . Who shall execute his exequies , wt a solempnite , Biffhopes & lordes , as grete refon is , Monkes ...
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... said , Among the leaues that be so greene ; If I were a king and wore a crowne , Full foone faire Lady shouldft thou be a queen . Then the fang , downe , & c . 10 Alfo Ioue faue you faire Lady , Among the Rofes 8 Alfo 160 ANCIENT SONG S.
... said , Among the leaues that be so greene ; If I were a king and wore a crowne , Full foone faire Lady shouldft thou be a queen . Then the fang , downe , & c . 10 Alfo Ioue faue you faire Lady , Among the Rofes 8 Alfo 160 ANCIENT SONG S.
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... said Sir James , And mark me , Wharton , what I fay , There's ne'r a Lord in England breathes , Shall make me give an inch of way . 10 15 20 25 This brag's too brave , ftout Wharton faid , Let our brave English Lords alone , And talk ...
... said Sir James , And mark me , Wharton , what I fay , There's ne'r a Lord in England breathes , Shall make me give an inch of way . 10 15 20 25 This brag's too brave , ftout Wharton faid , Let our brave English Lords alone , And talk ...
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... said , 95 Sir James Steward that may not be , Unless we were drunkards and quarrellers , That had no care of our fell , Not caring what we go about , Or whether our fouls go to heaven or hell . 100 We'll We'll first to God bequeath our ...
... said , 95 Sir James Steward that may not be , Unless we were drunkards and quarrellers , That had no care of our fell , Not caring what we go about , Or whether our fouls go to heaven or hell . 100 We'll We'll first to God bequeath our ...
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... said to be bloody . He was a butcher by trade , and for his zeal to the then prevailing party , made one of the infpectors of the victualling office . " XI . PHILLIDA FLOUTS ME . From The Theatre of Compliments , or New Academy . Lond ...
... said to be bloody . He was a butcher by trade , and for his zeal to the then prevailing party , made one of the infpectors of the victualling office . " XI . PHILLIDA FLOUTS ME . From The Theatre of Compliments , or New Academy . Lond ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite lxvi - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 179 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Seite lxix - Go from my window, love, go ; Go from my window, my dear ! The wind and the rain Will drive you back again ; You cannot be lodged here.
Seite 181 - Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes ; With everything that pretty is — My lady sweet, arise : Arise, arise.
Seite 224 - Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Seite 225 - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife or teeth was able To stay to be entreated ? And this the very reason was, Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
Seite lxvii - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Seite 223 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
Seite lviii - Brome, brome on hill, The gentle brome on hill, hill: Brome, brome on Hive hill, The gentle brome on Hive hill, The brome standes on Hive hill a.
Seite xxi - Percy out of Northumberland, And a vow to God made he, That he would hunt in the mountains Of Cheviot, within days three, In the maugre of doughty Douglas, And all that ever with him be. The fattest harts in all Cheviot He said he would kill, and carry them away ; " By my faith," said the doughty Douglas again, " I will let that hunting if that I may.