Syernus Song to Eugerius (Bartholomew Young Poems)
Let now the goodly Spring-tide make us merrie, And fields, which pleasant flowers doo adorne: And Vales, Meades, ...
Let now the goodly Spring-tide make us merrie, And fields, which pleasant flowers doo adorne: And Vales, Meades, ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
(ll. 1002-1005) Then the Lord of glory spake unto Cain, and askedwhere Abel was. Quickly the cursed fashioner of death ...
By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled,Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, ...
Proud mother of a race that reared The brave and good of ours,Lo! on thy bleeding bosom lie Thy pale ...
3"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee,""Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy!Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" Oh caput ...
RISE! Sleep no more! 'T is a noble morn: The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn, And the frost ...
WHO calleth? I am coming, I am coming, O'er the hills with a swift step, from dawn till gloaming, Pouring ...
Ye may tell me of flowers bright and gay,Blooming in Eastern lands away,And of climes beyond the beautiful sea,Where all ...
Alas, and I have sungMuch song of matters vain,And a heaven-sweetened tongueTurned to unprofiting strainOf vacant things, which thoughEven so ...
Money, thou bane of blisse, and source of wo, Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? ...
THIS perfect love can find no words to say.What words are left, still sacred for our use,That have not suffered ...
Prelude in C Minor, Opus 28.From whirlwind to shower,From noon-glare to shadow,From the plough to the vesper,A day is gone.From ...
Blind Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;--he hears a breath Say, "It is ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
Passing away, saith the World, passing away: Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day: Thy life never continueth in ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
Where drowsy sound of college-chimes Across the air is blown, And drowsy fragrance of the limes, I lie and dream ...
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