Remains of the Early Popular Poetry of England, Volume 2William Carew Hazlitt J.R. Smith, 1866 |
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Pagina 173 - I HAD a little husband No bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint pot, And there I bade him drum. . I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him and saddled him, And sent him out of town.
Pagina 170 - The moone shines faire and bright, ' And the owle hollows, Mortals now take their rests Upon their pillows : The bats abroad likewise, And the night raven, Which doth use for to call Men to Death's haven. Now the mice peepe abroad, And the cats take them, Now doe young wenches sleepe, Till their dreames wake them.
Pagina 30 - Who is this ? noble Hector of Troy? " sayth the thirde ; " No, but of the same nest," say I, " it is a birde ; " " Who is this? greate Goliah, Sampson, or Colbrande?" " No," say I, " but it is a brute of the Alie Lande ; " "Who is this? greate Alexander? or Charle le Maigne?" 125 " No, it is the tenth Worthie,
Pagina 158 - Where they woulde nedes be. And whan they came to the kynges courte, Unto the pallace gate, Of no man wold they aske no leave, But boldly went in therat.
Pagina 256 - And there Tom Pots came he to see. He gave him the letter in his hand, Before that he began to read, He told him plainly by word of mouth, His love was forc'd to be lord Phenix bride.
Pagina 145 - Thys day thy cote dyd on, If it had ben no better then myne, It had gone nere thy bone.
Pagina 159 - Ye shal be hanged al thre; Ye shal be dead without mercy, As I am kynge of this lande.
Pagina 292 - The wordis on the splene. Ye shape some wyle me to begyle, And stele fro me, I wene ; Then were the case wurs than it was, And I more woo-begone ; For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Pagina 144 - Go into my chambre, my husband, she sayd, Swete Wyllyam of Cloudesle. He toke hys sweard and hys bucler, Hys bow and hys chyldren thre, And wente into hys strongest chamber, Where he thought surest to be. Fayre Alice folowed him as a lover true, With a pollaxe in her hande; He shal be dead that here cometh in Thys dore whyle I may stand.
Pagina 136 - Clowdesle,' To shoot with our forrester for forty mark, And the forrester beat them all three.