The Heir of Linne (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Part the FirstLithe and listen, gentlemen,To sing a song I will beginne:It is of a lord of faire Scotland,Which was ...
Part the FirstLithe and listen, gentlemen,To sing a song I will beginne:It is of a lord of faire Scotland,Which was ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
In summer time, when leaves grow greene,And blossoms bedecke the tree,King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,Some pastime for to see.With ...
In the third day of May,To Carleile did comeA kind curteous child, That cold much of wisdome.A kirtle and a ...
Let the mayors daughter of Lin, God wott,He chose her to his wife,And thought with her to have lived in ...
Syrenus. Who hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed,May feede his stomack with them at his pleasure:If in his drinke ...
There is no sense, that I should write a line On such a ...
Forth from my sad and darksome cell, Or from the deepe abysse of hell,Mad Tom is come into the world ...
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,Every nighte and alle,Fire, and sleet, and candle-lighte,And Christe receive thye saule.When thou from hence ...
Come hither shepherd's swayne:"Sir, what do you require?"I praye thee, shewe to me thy name."My name is Fond Desire."When wert ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
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