The Famous Historie: Cap. XVI (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.The English armie furth before their KingTo mater comes and all their foraigne aidDouglas returnd recounteth eurie thingDitchis t'intrap ...
The Argument.The English armie furth before their KingTo mater comes and all their foraigne aidDouglas returnd recounteth eurie thingDitchis t'intrap ...
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 Argument.Scotlands great King from treasone ill contriuedBy heauens and his oune valour is relieuedInspight of twyce two hundreth he ...
SPRYTES of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
I sing of horrors sad and dreadfull rage, Of stratagems wrought in the former age, Contagious vice, and in conclusion, ...
With sick and famisht eyes,With doubling knees and weary bones, ...
Brave rose (alas!) where art thou? In the chair,Where thou didst lately so triumph and shine,A worm doth sit, whose ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
BVt let stil Silence trew night watches keepe, That sacred peace may in assurance rayne, And tymely sleep, when it ...
NOw al is done; bring home the bride againe, bring home the triumph of our victory, Bring home with you ...
And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright Doe burne, that to ...
IN vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace, and doe myne humbled hart before her poure: the whiles ...
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