Poems about turnd (21 Poems)
The Famous Historie: Cap. XIII (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern ShoreTho armie mutines for his sore diseasWhom at that instant heauins to speich restoreEls all had dyit his speich doth all appeaseThey fight with Buchans Erle and thence they boreTheir Lord in … Continue reading
The Shepherds Calendar – May (John Clare Poems)
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row crickets notes that runFrom every bank that fronts the sunAnd swathy bees about the grassThat stops wi every bloom they … Continue reading
Funerall Elegy 3. (Ralph Knevet Poems)
When Hils, and Valleys, wrap’t in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did show, The Sceletons of trees, muffling the skye With vapours cold, and strewing frequently The earth with wat’ry confects, then I stood On that … Continue reading
The Shepherds Calendar – March (John Clare Poems)
March month of ‘many weathers’ wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his cottage doorThe shepherd stands to hear the distant roarLoosd from the rushing mills and river locksWi thundering sound and over … Continue reading
The Shepherd’s Calendar – June (John Clare Poems)
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never doneWi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sunAnd green wood fly and blossom haunting beeAre never weary of their melodyRound … Continue reading
A Receipt For Writing A Novel (Mary Alcock Poems)
Would you a favrite novel make,Try hard your readers heart to breakFor who is pleasd, if not tormented?(Novels for that were first invented.)Gainst nature, reason, sense, combineTo carry on your bold design,And those ingredients I shall mention,Compounded with your own … Continue reading
Barbara Allen’s Cruelty (Thomas Percy Poems)
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,There was a faire maid dwellin,Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merrye month of May,When greene buds they were swellin,Yong Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay,For love of … Continue reading
63 (Mary Wroth Poems)
In night yet may we see some kinde of light,When as the Moone doth please to shew her face,And in the Sunns roome yeelds her light, and grace,Which otherwise must suffer dullest night:So are my fortunes barr’d from true delight,Cold, … Continue reading
To certaine questions and Riddles ensuing: XIV (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Begot without father, in earth I remaine,And oft I am turnd, to my mother againe.By night and by day I labour alwaies,And with my sharp sauor both please & displease.Thus heere in this earth my race out I runne:And neuer … Continue reading
Book VII (Arthur Hall Poems)
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great renowme.And like as after stormie flawes that deeres the shipmen sore,In deepest sea against the winde there striue with arme … Continue reading