A Paraphrase, By Chaucer (Eugene Field Poems)
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
The sixt Olympiad to thy coasts doth bring Thy wishd Sunbeam and makes ...
A wreathed garland of deserved praise, Of praise deserved, unto thee I give, I give to thee, who knowest all ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd, For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd, For legacies in vain expected, mourne ...
Though Death to good men be the greatest boone, I dare not think this Lady dyde so soone. She should ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
Preferment, like a Game at bowles, To feede our hope with diverse play Heer quick it runnes, there soft it ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
YE tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle, do seeke most pretious things to make your gain: and both the Indias ...
WEake is th'assurance that weake flesh reposeth, In her owne powre and scorneth others ayde: that soonest fals when as ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
LOe where she comes along with portly pace, Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East, Arysing forth to run ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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