Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 psl. |
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... ftill French , however ; and it is to be remembered , that if this language were not the only , it was at least the ufual one , spoken by the English monarchs and great men for feveral centuries after the conqueft ; a fact which , if ...
... ftill French , however ; and it is to be remembered , that if this language were not the only , it was at least the ufual one , spoken by the English monarchs and great men for feveral centuries after the conqueft ; a fact which , if ...
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... ftill " the diftin & tion which Richard fhewed to men of this profeffion , although his favours were chiefly heaped upon foreigners , could not but recommend the profeffion itself among his own fubjects ; and therefore we may conclude ...
... ftill " the diftin & tion which Richard fhewed to men of this profeffion , although his favours were chiefly heaped upon foreigners , could not but recommend the profeffion itself among his own fubjects ; and therefore we may conclude ...
xvii psl.
... ftill teaches groveling minds to think repugnant to reli- gion ftill THE MINSTREL S. xvii.
... ftill teaches groveling minds to think repugnant to reli- gion ftill THE MINSTREL S. xvii.
xviii psl.
... ftill teaches groveling minds to think repugnant to reli- gion . .. " 6 Dr. Percy , though he admits , that as the Minstrels art declined , fome of them only recited the compofi- tions of others , " fays , that " many of them ftill ...
... ftill teaches groveling minds to think repugnant to reli- gion . .. " 6 Dr. Percy , though he admits , that as the Minstrels art declined , fome of them only recited the compofi- tions of others , " fays , that " many of them ftill ...
xxv psl.
... ftill , lye ftill , thou little Musgràve , And huggle me from the cold ; ' Tis nothing but a fhepherds boy , A driving his fheep to the fold ( 4 ) . These pretty babes , with hand in hand , Went wandering up and down ; But never more ...
... ftill , lye ftill , thou little Musgràve , And huggle me from the cold ; ' Tis nothing but a fhepherds boy , A driving his fheep to the fold ( 4 ) . These pretty babes , with hand in hand , Went wandering up and down ; But never more ...
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