The Famous Historie: Cap. XVII (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.Both Armeis Ioyne in long and doubtful fightAnd threttie thousand in the ditches dieKing Edwards deids encurage eurie knightAnd ...
The Argument.Both Armeis Ioyne in long and doubtful fightAnd threttie thousand in the ditches dieKing Edwards deids encurage eurie knightAnd ...
The Argument.First at Glentroll doth Scotts renowned PrinceGet victorie aboue the English foeDouglas at Ederfoord with valiaunceBy fourtie doth a ...
The Argument.Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern ShoreTho armie mutines for his sore diseasWhom at that instant heauins to ...
The Argument.Whill Fortune houeres doutfull of hir cho'sNor peace nor warre on ether syd displaysHard fait anon prepaireth greatter voesGreat ...
The Argument.Scotlands great King from treasone ill contriuedBy heauens and his oune valour is relieuedInspight of twyce two hundreth he ...
The Argument.Hells damnd fiends finds Scots renouned KingAnd by three theeues works him a niew dispight,To God he praies who ...
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sids while the way I misse:If to the right ...
The King of Heaven, the Conquerour Of Earth, and Hell, mounts on An Asse, which never did before, Weare bridle, or caparison: For t'was ...
This rich Marble doth enterrThe honour'd Wife of Winchester,A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir,Besides what her vertues fairAdded to her ...
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
Oh that my unrelenting eyes, Could like two headed Jordan flow, Who doth in swelling pride arise, Enrich'd by Lebanons warme snow. The Cocke ...
HIs flames are ioyes, his bandes true Lovers might,No stain is there, but pure, as purest white,Where no cloud can ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
No more (o cruell Nimph,) now hast thou prayedEnough in thy revenge, proove not thine ireOn him that yeelds, the ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
This rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues ...
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