Battle Of Hastings – I (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghteIn fyghtynge for Kynge ...
O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghteIn fyghtynge for Kynge ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
The fruytfull sentence & the noble werkesTo our doctryne wryten in olde antyquyteBy many grete and ryght notable clerkesGrounded on ...
THE featherd songster chaunticleerHan wounde hys bugle horne,And tolde the earlie villagerThe commynge of the morne.Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie ...
Poeta Skelton Laureatus libellum suum metrice alloquitur.Ad dominum properato meum mea pagina Percy, Qui ...
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
SPRYTES of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte ...
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?To you no thyng it dyde ...
As verily as Adam created firste his God So verily he tasted not, the fruite that was forbo As verily as Abell, ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
Hearken to me, gentlemen,Come and you shall heare;He tell you of two of the boldest brethren,That ever born y-were.The tone ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
In summer time, when leaves grow greene,And blossoms bedecke the tree,King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,Some pastime for to see.With ...
Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,A stounde herkneth to my songOf duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,That maketh me ...
I woulde it were not as it isOr that I cared not yea or no;I woulde I thoughte it not ...
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
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