Fair Rosamond (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
IMASEFIELD (HIMSELF)GOD said, and frowned, as He looked onShropshire clay:"Alone, 'twont do; composite, would I makeThis man-child rare; 'twere well, ...
September: 1588 Let them come, come never so proudly, O'er the green waves as giants ride; Silver clarions ...
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
I SAT upon a windy mountain height, On a huge rock outstanding from the rest; The sun had sunk behind ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
HAppy ye leaues when as those lilly hands, which hold my life in their dead doing might shall handle you ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
MY hungry eyes through greedy couetize, still to behold the obiect of their paine: with no contentment can themselues suffize, ...
Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace, Seeing the game from him escapt away: sits downe to rest him in ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
MY hungry eyes, through greedy couetize, Still to behold the obiect of theyr payne: with no contentment can themselues suffize, ...
Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast, Enough is it, that all the day was youres: Now day is doen, ...
'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day, That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay, ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
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