Ancient Songs: From the Time of King Henry the Third, to the Revolution ...Joseph Ritson J. Johnson, 1790 - 332 psl. |
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xlv psl.
... wold be made moch of and he wyft how , & c . It is also noticed in an old poetical tract , intitled , The Schole Houfe of Women ( originally printed in or before 1557 ) : Or as the minstrel dooth intend With help of lute , finger , or ...
... wold be made moch of and he wyft how , & c . It is also noticed in an old poetical tract , intitled , The Schole Houfe of Women ( originally printed in or before 1557 ) : Or as the minstrel dooth intend With help of lute , finger , or ...
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... wold pe noght lete gone . withoute cō- maudement of king Edeward . And po was he lad to pe king . And pe king wolde not see hym but cō- maunded to lede hým awey to his dome to london on our ladyes Euen Natíuíte . and he was honge ...
... wold pe noght lete gone . withoute cō- maudement of king Edeward . And po was he lad to pe king . And pe king wolde not see hym but cō- maunded to lede hým awey to his dome to london on our ladyes Euen Natíuíte . and he was honge ...
39 psl.
... A gode caftel i place , On stede ẞ he wold ride , 16 20 25 Wip hif fper a ' fcheld i hard wodde a ' felde , No pef hi durft abide . 30 Do penchip al i hi , Wip weepín who wol D 4 Do ANCIENT SONGS . 39 Azeyn mi Wille, I take mi leue.
... A gode caftel i place , On stede ẞ he wold ride , 16 20 25 Wip hif fper a ' fcheld i hard wodde a ' felde , No pef hi durft abide . 30 Do penchip al i hi , Wip weepín who wol D 4 Do ANCIENT SONGS . 39 Azeyn mi Wille, I take mi leue.
41 psl.
... wold driue aquest Anō to har neft , J ' ftid p hi wold be . Of flep he wold ha wak , For ferdníf he wold qak , A ' fōd zo fculk awa ; For pe híre of har bedde 60 He tok har heuid to wedde , A ' fo he tatt ha plai . 65 Pof yrif men of pe ...
... wold driue aquest Anō to har neft , J ' ftid p hi wold be . Of flep he wold ha wak , For ferdníf he wold qak , A ' fōd zo fculk awa ; For pe híre of har bedde 60 He tok har heuid to wedde , A ' fo he tatt ha plai . 65 Pof yrif men of pe ...
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... nō op ' pynge ' ; Stronge theuys wern p chylderī nō , but bowme gode & hende ; He wenty to wode to getỹ he fleych , if god wold it he fende . V. 3. gynge . MS . E 5 Al Al day wěty po chylderī too , & fleych fowndy ANCIENT SONGS .. 49.
... nō op ' pynge ' ; Stronge theuys wern p chylderī nō , but bowme gode & hende ; He wenty to wode to getỹ he fleych , if god wold it he fende . V. 3. gynge . MS . E 5 Al Al day wěty po chylderī too , & fleych fowndy ANCIENT SONGS .. 49.
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