Adieu Madam Et Ma Mastres (King Henry VIII Poems)
Adieu madam et ma mastres.Adieu mon solas et mon Joy.Adieu iusque vous reuoye,Adieu vous diz per graunt tristesse.Adew, madam, and ...
Adieu madam et ma mastres.Adieu mon solas et mon Joy.Adieu iusque vous reuoye,Adieu vous diz per graunt tristesse.Adew, madam, and ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
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 ...
Secretary. Ielowsy.Ielowsy.What a world is this/I trow it be a curstFayne wold I marye/yf ye I durstBut I trow syth ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
When heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away ...
Westron wynde when wyll thou blow,The smalle rayne down can rayne - Cryst, yf my love wer in my armysAnd ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
(With much help from Robert Good, William Shakespeare, John Milton, and little Catherine Schwartz) Shall I compare her to a ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
REtourne agayne my forces late dismayd, Vnto the siege by you abandon'd quite, great shame it is to leaue like ...
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