Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 psl. |
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lxix psl.
... flowers ; Which bewept to the grave did go , With true love showers . A number of these fragments having been ingenioully worked up by Dr. Percy into a little tale , in humble imitation of fo refpectable an example , fomething of the ...
... flowers ; Which bewept to the grave did go , With true love showers . A number of these fragments having been ingenioully worked up by Dr. Percy into a little tale , in humble imitation of fo refpectable an example , fomething of the ...
lxxi psl.
... flowers enow , Palmer ; give him flowers enow ; Give him red and white , and blue , green and yellow . 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 ...
... flowers enow , Palmer ; give him flowers enow ; Give him red and white , and blue , green and yellow . 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 ...
lxxix psl.
... Flower of Northumberland 169 13. The Weavers Song 175 * 13 . Song , in Imitation of Marlow 178 14. The Spring Time . By Shakspeare 180 15. The Power of Mufic . By Shakspeare 182 16. Hark ! hark ! the Lark . By Shakspeare 183 17. The ...
... Flower of Northumberland 169 13. The Weavers Song 175 * 13 . Song , in Imitation of Marlow 178 14. The Spring Time . By Shakspeare 180 15. The Power of Mufic . By Shakspeare 182 16. Hark ! hark ! the Lark . By Shakspeare 183 17. The ...
146 psl.
... flowers as might be feen , Se mveld to fe the tre fo grene . At laft she asked of this tre , Howe came this freshnes vnto the , And every branche fo faire & cleane ? I mvaile yt you growe fo grene . The tre maid anfwere by and by , I ...
... flowers as might be feen , Se mveld to fe the tre fo grene . At laft she asked of this tre , Howe came this freshnes vnto the , And every branche fo faire & cleane ? I mvaile yt you growe fo grene . The tre maid anfwere by and by , I ...
147 psl.
... flowers frō me , & manye a branche out of my tre , J have fuche store they wyll not be fene , For more & more my twedgp growe grene . But howe and they chaunce to cut the downe , And carry thie braunches into the towne ? Then will they ...
... flowers frō me , & manye a branche out of my tre , J have fuche store they wyll not be fene , For more & more my twedgp growe grene . But howe and they chaunce to cut the downe , And carry thie braunches into the towne ? Then will they ...
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lxvi psl. - 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.
179 psl. - 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.
lxix psl. - 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.
181 psl. - 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.
224 psl. - 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.
225 psl. - 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.
lxvii psl. - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
223 psl. - 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.
lviii psl. - 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.
xxi psl. - 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.