(Thomas Chatterton Poems)
SCENE I.BRISTOWE.BIRTHA.Gentle Egwina, do notte preche me joie;I cannotte joie ynne anie thynge botte weere .Oh! yatte aughte schulde oure ...
SCENE I.BRISTOWE.BIRTHA.Gentle Egwina, do notte preche me joie;I cannotte joie ynne anie thynge botte weere .Oh! yatte aughte schulde oure ...
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
(Lord) Hee, who goes about to find Thy pow'r, and bounds would to it sett, As soone may manacle the winde, Or aire ...
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
Hence away, thou Syren, leave me!Pish! unclaspe these wanton armes;Sugred words can ne'er deceive me,(Though thou prove a thousand charmes).Fie, ...
What bringethe ruste to Iron smothe? Whye stynkethe water that dothe not moue? Whye dothe the grounde that fertell was Bare thorne and ...
Oh what fraile things Are Kings? They seeme immortall Gods, Yet have their periods: And must take harbour in that cell, Where wormes unhospitall doe ...
O Wind, like raging Lear forlorn,Against the sharp opposing thorneThou barest thy bosom, as in scornOf hearts with lesser anguish ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Sir Pierce Thorne, a wealthy brewer. Mr. Murdock, a banker. Mostyn Wynne, the dispossessed heir of Wynhavod. Norman, ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode;He harped in the kings chambere,Where cuppe and caudle ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
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