The Abbot Of Muchelnaye. Canto The Last (Henry Alford Poems)
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
I had auchteen months o' the war,Steel and pouther and reek,Fitsore, weary and wauf, -Syne I got hame for a ...
Thair is a knichte rydis through the wood,And a doughty knichte is tree,And sure hee is on a message sent,He ...
My Mary, O my Mary! The simmer-skies are blue;The dawnin' brings the dazzle, An' the gloamin' brings the dew,--The mirk o' nicht ...
The world's gone forward to its latest fairAnd dropt an old man done with by the way,To sit alone among ...
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
AND the lord of earls, to each that camewith Beowulf over the briny ways,an heirloom there at the ale-bench gave,precious ...
Now gie me back my milkin' stool, An' leave me ...
I."Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,Ken ye what is care?Had ye ever a thought, lassie,Made yer hertie sair?"Johnnie said it, Johnnie seekinSicht ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,— Lie in my arms and dinna greit;Long time been past syn I kenned ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin';You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you dinna ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play,And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais in ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-- Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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