The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
IThe child disturbs our view. Tow-head bent, shestands on one leg and folds up the other. She is listeningto the ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
Je vous dirai sincerement,Mon sentiment sur la Pucelle;L'air et la grase naturelleS'y rencontrent egalement,Elle's explique fortementNe dit jamais de bagatelle,Et ...
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 ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
I. 1. Youre two eyn will sle me sodenlyI may the beaute of them not sustene,So wendeth it thorowout my ...
Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur, D'aller là-bas, vivre ensemble! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir, Au pays ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux : Au détour d'un sentier une charogne ...
Du rouge au vert tout le jaune se meurt Quand chantent les aras dans les forêts natales Abatis de pihis ...
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