Reliques of Ancient English Poetry; Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date Volume 3

Reliques of Ancient English Poetry; Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Together with Some Few of Later Date Volume 3

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 edition. Excerpt: ... And set fair Annet free? Ise rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas, And let the browne bride alane; Lest ye sould sigh and say, Alace!What is this we brought hame? 40 No, I will tak my mithers counsel, And marrie me owt o' hand; And I will tak the nut-browne bride; Fair Annet may leive the land. Up then rose fair Annets father +$ Twa hours or it wer day, And he is gane into the bower, Wherein fair Annet lay. Rise up, rise up, fair Annet, he says, Put on your silken sheene; 50 Let us gae to St. Maries kirke, And see that rich weddeen. My maides, gae to my dressing roome, And dress to me my hair; Whair-eir yee laid a plait before, See yee lay ten times mair. My maids, gae to my dressing room, And dress to me my smock; The one half is o' the holland fine, The other o' needle-work. 60 The horse fair Annet rade upon, He amblit like the wind, Wi' siller he was shod before, Wi' burning gowd behind. Four and twanty siller bells 65 Wer a' tyed till his mane, And yae tift1 o' the norland wind, They tinkled ane by ane. Four and twanty gay gude knichts Rade by the fair Annets side, 70 And four and twanty fair ladies, As gin she had bin a bride. And whan she cam to Maries kirk, She sat on Maries stean: The cleading that fair Annet had on 75 It skinkled in their een. And whan she cam into the kirk, She shimmer'd like the sun; The belt that was about her waist, Was a' wi' pearles bedone. 80 She sat her by the nut-browne bride, And her een they wer sae clear, Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride, Whan fair Annet she drew near. He had a rose into his hand, 85 And he gave it kisses three, And reaching by the nut-browne bride, Laid it on fair Annets knee ' gust of wind. Up than spak the nut-browne bride, She spak wi' meikle spite; 90 And whair gat ye that rose-water, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 114 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 218g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236628799
  • 9781236628794