Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 psl. |
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... fhall doe , I will make a lay for him , and when it is made , I fhall make an harper to fing it before him . So anon hee one would have been procured , and not " one X. OBSERVATIONS ON.
... fhall doe , I will make a lay for him , and when it is made , I fhall make an harper to fing it before him . So anon hee one would have been procured , and not " one X. OBSERVATIONS ON.
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... fhall at any ( 8 ) Thus too , Chaucer in the Romaunt of the Rofe : There was many a timbestere , And faliours , that I dare well fwere Couth her craft full perfitly : The timbres up full fubtilly They caft , and hent full oft Upon a ...
... fhall at any ( 8 ) Thus too , Chaucer in the Romaunt of the Rofe : There was many a timbestere , And faliours , that I dare well fwere Couth her craft full perfitly : The timbres up full fubtilly They caft , and hent full oft Upon a ...
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... fhall be taken proffering themselves , or defiring , or intreating any perfon or per- fons to hear them play or make mufick , in any the places aforefaid , every fuch perfon or perfons , fo taken , shall be adjudged , and are hereby ...
... fhall be taken proffering themselves , or defiring , or intreating any perfon or per- fons to hear them play or make mufick , in any the places aforefaid , every fuch perfon or perfons , fo taken , shall be adjudged , and are hereby ...
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... fhall I faile with you a felolhip affaie , For on the booke I cannot fing a note ; Wolde to God , it wolde please you fome daye , A ballade booke before me for to laye , And lerne me to finge ( Re mi fa fol ) . And when I faile , bobbe ...
... fhall I faile with you a felolhip affaie , For on the booke I cannot fing a note ; Wolde to God , it wolde please you fome daye , A ballade booke before me for to laye , And lerne me to finge ( Re mi fa fol ) . And when I faile , bobbe ...
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... fhall duryng my brethe . The burthen , Colle to me , & c . is , as ufual , to be re- peated at the end of every ftanza . But the editor fhould neither be furprised nor forry to learn that this is not the original fong . Colle is cull ...
... fhall duryng my brethe . The burthen , Colle to me , & c . is , as ufual , to be re- peated at the end of every ftanza . But the editor fhould neither be furprised nor forry to learn that this is not the original fong . Colle is cull ...
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