Battle Of Hastings – I (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghteIn fyghtynge for Kynge ...
O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for me to tell;HOW manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghteIn fyghtynge for Kynge ...
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,And seide, ' Multi ...
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I abouteAl in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;And frayned full ofte ...
Thus yrobed in russet I romed abouteAl a somer seson for to seke Dowel,And frayned ful ofte of folk that ...
To London once my steps I bent, Where truth in no wise should be faint; To Westminster-ward I forthwith went, To a man ...
Pagan - said I - I must retract the word,For the poor Pagans were not so absurd:Their Jupiter, of gods ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
The Turnament of Tottenham; or, the Wooeing, Winning, and Wedding of Tibbe, the Reev's Davghter There.Of all thes kene conquerours ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
Part 30 PROLOGUE TO THE PERSOUNS TALE Heere folweth the Prologe of ...
Daar sou ek vrede weer besefWaar Tebes in die stil woestynSy magtig' rotswerk hoog verhefEn Mara in die sand verdwyn;Waar ...
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away. He bare him up, he bare him down, He bare him into an orchard brown. In that orchard there was an halle That hanged with purpill and pall. And in that hall there was a bede; It was hanged with gold so rede. And in that bed there lithe a knight, His woundes bleding day and night. By that bede side kneleth a may, And she wepeth both night and day. And by that bede side there stondeth a stone, Corpus Christi wreten there on.(Anonymous Americas)
When the Venerable BedeWanted to play Juvenile LeadThey said they would much ratherHe took the Heavy Father.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
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