Green Groweth the Holly (King Henry VIII Poems)
Green groweth the holly,So doth the ivy.Though winter blasts blow never so high,Green groweth the holly.As the holly groweth greenAnd ...
Green groweth the holly,So doth the ivy.Though winter blasts blow never so high,Green groweth the holly.As the holly groweth greenAnd ...
Let nothing disturb thee,Nothing affright theeAll things are passing;God never changeth;Patient enduranceAttaineth to all things;Who God possessethIn nothing is wanting;Alone ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child;And she was the fairest of all flesh ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
"He. BE it right or wrong, these men among On women do complain; Affirming this, how that it is ...
, So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; ...
THOUGHT AND DEED333 THOU MUST WIN IT HEREHere must thy deed be done.'Twere an undreamed-of thingThat he who wins no ...
Weland among the Wurmas / wandered in exile,A single-minded earl / he suffered hardship,He had for his comrades / care ...
Not, not for thee, Belovèd child, the burning grasp of life Shall bruise the tender soul. The noise, and strife, And clamor of midday thou shalt not see; But wrapped for ever in thy quiet grave, Too little to have known the earthly lot, Time's clashing hosts above thine innocent head, Wave upon wave, Shall break, or pass as with an army's tread, And harm thee not. A few short years We of the living flesh and restless brain Shall plumb the deeps of life and know the strain, The fleeting gleams of joy, the fruitless tears; And then at last when all is touched and tried, Our own immutable night shall fall, and deep In the same silent plot, O little friend, Side by thy side, In peace that changeth not, nor knoweth end, We too shall sleep.(Archibald Lampman)
TOUCH not that maid: She is a flower, and changeth but to fade. Fragrant is she, and fair As any ...
LOVE, one while seen with wings of many dyes, An infant mischief, but a God withal,- Still changeth semblance with ...
Absence from thee is something worse than death; For to the heart that slumbers in the shroud, What are the ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest: Sorrow hath chang'd its note: ...
HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope. Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest, And say, ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
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