Athelston (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,And siclyke men of hie degrie;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Sumtyme calld ...
A patriot spake thus to an eager throng:"Give me the power and I shall right each wrong.And Fortune, smiling, on ...
While joy gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed wher'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted ...
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday ...
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; An' she can cook best things to eat! She ist puts dough in our ...
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
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