Bishop Percy's Folio Manuscript: Ballads and Romances, 3. sējums

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N. Trübner & Company, 1868
 

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269. lappuse - far be it from me to countenance anything contrary to your established laws; but I have set an acorn, which when it becomes an oak, God alone knows what will be the fruit thereof.
525. lappuse - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
524. lappuse - For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain; And, while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain: "Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died.
395. lappuse - To favour him in any thing she was not coy. But at last there came commandment For to set the ladies free, With their jewels still adorned, None to do them injury.
7. lappuse - Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knight, Nowe thou doest lye of mee; A knight mee gott, and a ladye me bore, Soe never did none by thee But light nowe downe, my ladye faire, Light downe, and hold my steed, While I and this discourteous knighte Doe trye this arduous deede. But light now downe, my deare ladye, Light downe, and hold my horse; While I and this discourteous knight Doe trye our valour's force.
124. lappuse - Bedlam, and will talk franticly of purpose; you see pins stuck in sundry places of his naked flesh, especially in his arms, which pain he gladly puts himself to...
211. lappuse - The knight is dust, His good sword rust, His soul is with the saints we trust.
10. lappuse - Was with that ladye faire, The kinge her father walked forthe To take the evenyng aire: And into the arboure as he went To rest his wearye feet, He found his daughter and syr Cauline There sette in daliaunce sweet.
39. lappuse - After him succeeded, by the general council, one Cock Lorrell, the most notorious knave that ever lived.' . . By trade he was a tinker, often carrying a pan and hammer for shew ; but when he came to a good booty, he would cast his profession into a ditch, and play the padder.
10. lappuse - Now, dame, that traitor shall be sent *Across the salt sea fome : But here I will make thee a band, If ever he come within this land, A foule deathe is his doome.

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