Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 Seiten |
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... vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , And putt me to this peyne , Alas what remedy , That J cannot refreyne . Whan other me doyth fleype , Thene do J fyght and weype , 10 All Ragins in my bed , As one for paynes neyre ded ; That vnkyndnes haue ...
... vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , And putt me to this peyne , Alas what remedy , That J cannot refreyne . Whan other me doyth fleype , Thene do J fyght and weype , 10 All Ragins in my bed , As one for paynes neyre ded ; That vnkyndnes haue ...
Seite 94
... vnkyndnes fhuld kyll me , And putt me to this payne , Alas what remedy , That J cannott refreyne . Wo worth truft vntrufty ! Wo worth love vñ lovyd ! Wo worth hape vn blamyd ! Wo worth favtt vñ namyd ! Thus vnkyndly to kyll me , And ...
... vnkyndnes fhuld kyll me , And putt me to this payne , Alas what remedy , That J cannott refreyne . Wo worth truft vntrufty ! Wo worth love vñ lovyd ! Wo worth hape vn blamyd ! Wo worth favtt vñ namyd ! Thus vnkyndly to kyll me , And ...
Seite 95
... vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , 45 And putt me to this payne , Alas what remedy , That J cannott refrayne . My foes whiche love me nott Be vayle my deth J wott , 50 And he that love me befte Hyme felfe my deth hath drefte ; What vnkyndnes ...
... vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , 45 And putt me to this payne , Alas what remedy , That J cannott refrayne . My foes whiche love me nott Be vayle my deth J wott , 50 And he that love me befte Hyme felfe my deth hath drefte ; What vnkyndnes ...
Seite 96
... vnkyndnes haith flayne . 80 Now J be fych all ye Namely yt lovers be , My love my deth for gyve , And foffer hyme to lyve ; Thought vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , 85 And putt me to this payne , Yett haid J rether dye For his fake ons ...
... vnkyndnes haith flayne . 80 Now J be fych all ye Namely yt lovers be , My love my deth for gyve , And foffer hyme to lyve ; Thought vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , 85 And putt me to this payne , Yett haid J rether dye For his fake ons ...
Seite 97
... vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , And putt me to this payne ; Behold this wrechid body , That yor vnkyndnes haith flayne . O lady lerne by me , Sley nott love wylfully , For fer love waxyth denty . Vndkyndnes to kyle me , Or putt love to this ...
... vnkyndnes haith kyllyd me , And putt me to this payne ; Behold this wrechid body , That yor vnkyndnes haith flayne . O lady lerne by me , Sley nott love wylfully , For fer love waxyth denty . Vndkyndnes to kyle me , Or putt love to this ...
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.