A Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs: With Illustrative Notes

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W. Paterson, 1869 - 479 pages
 

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Page 178 - From the hag and hungry goblin That into rags would rend ye, All the spirits that stand By the naked man, In the book of moons defend ye! That of your five sound senses ~ You never be forsaken; Nor travel from Yourselves with Tom Abroad, to beg your bacon.
Page 181 - With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander : With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander ; With a knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to Tourney : Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end ; Methinks it is no journey...
Page 260 - This day, much against my will, I did in Drury Lane see two or three houses marked with a red cross upon the doors, and
Page 172 - Nor were these exercises of dancing merely permitted, but thought very necessary, as it seems, and much conducing to the making of gentlemen more fit for their books at other times...
Page 193 - Gentiles squabble. Here crafty courtiers are too wise For those who trust to fortune; They see the cheat with clearer eyes, Who peep behind the curtain, 3. Our greatest ladies hither come, And ply in chariots daily ; Oft pawn their jewels for a sum, To venture in the Alley.
Page 472 - In 1591, when queen Elizabeth was entertained at Elvetham in Hampshire, by the earl of Hertford, " after dinner, about three o'clock, ten of his lordship's servants, all Somersetshire men, in a square greene court before her majesties windowe, did hang up lines, squaring out the forme of a tennis-court, and making a cross line in the middle ; in this square they (being stript out of their dublets) played five to five with hand-ball at bord and cord as they tearme it, to the great liking of her highness."3...
Page 251 - A leather bottel we know is good, Far better than glasses or cans of wood, For when a man's at work in the field, Your glasses and pots no comfort will yield ; But a good leather bottel standing by, Will raise his spirits, whenever he's dry.
Page 46 - I'll not take you up," the master he cried — " I'll not take you up," the master replied ; '• I will kill you, I will shoot you, I will send you with the tide, I will sink you in the Low Lands Low.
Page 466 - Tobacco battered, and the pipes shattered, about their ears that idly idolize so base and barbarous a weed, or at leastwise overlove so loathsome a vanity, by a volley of holy shot thundered from Mount Helicon...
Page 213 - Bun, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. Then a company is form'd, though not yet advertising, To build, upon a splendid scale, a large balloon, And send up tools and broken stones for fresh Mac-Adamizing The new discover'd turnpike-roads which cross the moon.

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