I Never Saw Youe, Madam, Laye Aparte (Henry Howard Poems)
I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate Sythe first ye knew of my ...
I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate Sythe first ye knew of my ...
As verily as Adam created firste his God So verily he tasted not, the fruite that was forbo As verily as Abell, ...
Geue place ye louers, here before That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine: My Ladies beawtie passeth more The best of yours, ...
Whie, holie Mother, whie dothe ruthlesse HondeThus smyte thie Gates of hoarie Majestie?Workynge rude Spoyle, wheere Scyence kepte her Stonde,Contente ...
Though sum saith that yough rulyth me,I trust in age to tarry;God and my ryght and my dewtye,Frome them I ...
The fansy, which that I haue serued long, That hath alway bene enmy to myne ease, Semed of late to rue vpon ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
THe doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine That fondly feare to loose your liberty, when loosing one, two ...
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