The Suffolk Garland: Or, a Collection of Poems, Songs, Tales, Ballads, Sonnets, and Elegies, Legendary and Romantic, Historical and Descriptive, Relative to that County; and Illustrative of Its Scenery, Places, Biography, Manners, Habits and CustomsJames Ford John Raw, 1818 - 404 psl. |
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... at his Poursuivant , And stoutly thus did say : " Were I in my castle of Bungay , Upon the river of Waveney , I would ne care for the King of Cockney . " Hugh Bigod was Lord of Bungay tower , And a merry Lord was he , So away he rode on ...
... at his Poursuivant , And stoutly thus did say : " Were I in my castle of Bungay , Upon the river of Waveney , I would ne care for the King of Cockney . " Hugh Bigod was Lord of Bungay tower , And a merry Lord was he , So away he rode on ...
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The Suffolk Garland Or, a Collection of Poems, Songs, Tales, Ballads ... James Ford Visos knygos peržiūra - 1818 |
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Abbey Aldeburgh Aldham ancient Ballad Barnardiston beautiful Bigod blest bliss Blundeston Brandeston brave breast bright Bungay Bury Cambridge castle charms cheer church daughter dear death delight died doth dread Duke Earl Edmund fair fame fancy fire Garland grace green Hadleigh hand harvest Harwich hath Haverhill head heart heaven Henry Honington hour Hoxne inscription Ipswich John John Lydgate JOHN WEBB King Lady land live London Lord lov'd Lowestoft maid Majesty married merry mind Muse Nacton Nettlestead night Norfolk Norwich o'er Orwell parish poor pow'r Rectory reign Rempstone resided river Orwell ROBERT BLOOMFIELD round Saxmundham scene Sermon preached shade Shannon ships shore sighs song soon soul Southwold Stowmarket Suffolk sweet tale thee Thomas THOMAS TUSSER thou thro town Twas verse Waveney waves whilst wife wind young youth
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