Specimens of Lyric Poetry, Composed in England in the Reign of Edward the First

Specimens of Lyric Poetry, Composed in England in the Reign of Edward the First

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1842 edition. Excerpt: ... trulye; And sprede abrode what they did see, As thangell tould them certainlye, Rejoysing greatly at the same, And praisinge Godes most holye name, For sending downe his only sonne For our salvacyone to be bourne; Which was as now this Christenmas, Rejoyce therefor, bothe more and lesse. A BormE, God'wote! Stickes in my throate, Without I have a draught Of cornie aile, Nappy and staile, My lyffe lyes in great wauste. Some ayle or beare, Gentill butlere, Some lycoure thou hus showe, Such as you mashe, Our throtes to washe, The best were that yow brew. Saint, master, and knight, That saint Mault hight, Were prest betwen two stones; That swet humour Of his lycoure Would make us sing at once. Mr. Wortley, I dar well say, I tell you as I thinke, Would not, I say, Byd hus this day, But that we shuld have drink. His men so tall Walkes up his hall, With many a comly dishe; Of his good meat I cannot eate, Without a drink i-wysse; Now gyve hus drink, And let cat wynke, I tell you all at once, Yt stickes so sore, I may sing nomore, Tyll I have dronken once. FFINIS. XXX. MS. Cott. Vesp. A. xxv. p. 172, r." imperfect at the end. Pause we the Lord that haith no peare, And thanke we hym for this new yere! The second person in Trinitie, Man to restore to lybertie, The shape of hym to tak certaine Dyd not refusse, but was full fayne. On earthe he teached many a yere, Willing mankinde for to forebeare When he were up to fall againe, And then of hym he would be faine. When he had taught and preched longe, He choysse out twelff our selves amonge, To whom he would gyve knowledg plaine, To teache the truth, which maid them faine. When he had wrought thus for our sake, His deth full mekely he did take, His hart with speare was rent in twaine, Man to...
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  • Paperback | 64 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 132g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236865898
  • 9781236865892