The Ballad of Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard (Anonymous British Poems)
As it fell out on a highe holye daye, As many bee in the yeare,When yong men and maides ...
As it fell out on a highe holye daye, As many bee in the yeare,When yong men and maides ...
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,As many bee in the yeare,When young men and maides together do ...
THEN from the moorland, by misty crags,with God's wrath laden, Grendel came.The monster was minded of mankind nowsundry to seize ...
The sun has sunk 'neath yonder distant hill,A hush pervades the world and all is still; And twilight shadows lengthen ...
November 5: 1854 In the solid sombre mist And the drizzling dazzling shower They may mass them as they list, ...
(Erinna was a Greek poetess, a friend and pupil of Sappho of Lesbos. She died at the age of nineteen.) ...
Flushed with fancies, I bethought me,"Into music I will set them,Like a pearl into its settingOf the finest golden fretting;Never ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heartI took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,And lie disheveled in ...
LEADER. LET no cares now hover o'er us Let the wine unsparing run! Wilt thou swell our merry chorus? Hast ...
FOR a praiseworthy object we're now gather'd here, So, brethren, sing: ERGO BIBAMUS! Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Tell -- this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
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