Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
THE featherd songster chaunticleerHan wounde hys bugle horne,And tolde the earlie villagerThe commynge of the morne.Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie ...
THE featherd songster chaunticleerHan wounde hys bugle horne,And tolde the earlie villagerThe commynge of the morne.Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie ...
O mightie God thou Lord omnipotent,who onely rulest all thinges at thy wyll,Whose throne is far abeue the fyrmament:and whose ...
Pla ce bo, Who is there, who? Di le xi, Dame Margery; Fa, re, my, my, Wherfore and why, why? For the sowle of Philip Sparowe, That ...
I loked about, and sawe a craggy rocheFarre in the west, neare to the element;And as I dyd then unto ...
Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace. With pietous voys I crye ...
Most worthy renomed prices/& lady souerayne Pepyn and Budde/naturally takyng productyon Of the rubifyde rose/and granate of Spayne your noble fame/gyueth vs playne ...
Come to, Companyons: ren: tyme it is to rowe:Our Carake fletis: the se is large and wydeAnd depe Inough: a ...
The good Dame Mercy with Dame CharyteMy body buryed full ryght humblyIn a fayre temple of olde antyquyte,Where was for ...
Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace;Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte;Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space;Dysdayns, dystres, exylyd cruelte;Wordys well ...
Skelton Laureat vppon a deedmans hed that was sent to hym from an honorable Ientyll-woman for a token Deuysyd this ...
These things true Happiness doe teach,At which well-minded Christians reach:God rightly and thy selfe to knowe,And what thou dost thy ...
Beholde myne eyes as fountaynes springeinge, Beholde my harte as brymstone burninge: Myne eyes to water my corps woulde turne, My harte to ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
The woefull lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime king Edward IV. his concubine. To the tune ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt,They mustred their souldiers ...
"A new Courtly Sonnet, of the Ladie Greensleeves. Alas, my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously ...
Alas my loue, ye do me wrong, to cast me off discurteously: And I haue loued you so long Delighting ...
Beholde you yonge Ladyes, of hyghe parentageAnd you yonge virgyns, of eche degreHere is a pamphlet, euen mete for your ...
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