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 ...
I.But now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
THE featherd songster chaunticleerHan wounde hys bugle horne,And tolde the earlie villagerThe commynge of the morne.Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie ...
IBut now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
Robene sat on gud grene hill, Kepand a flok of fe;Mirry Makyne said him till, "Robene, thow rew on me;I haif the ...
ROBIN sat on gude green hill, Kepand a flock of fe:Mirry Makyne said him till 'Robin, thou rew on me:I haif thee ...
What is the cause the gredye manne With care to gett waxethe pale and wanne? Haueinge enoughe whye craues he more? Whye dothe ...
If love now reynyd as it hath beneAnd war rewardit as it hath sene,Nobyll men then wold suer enserchAll ways ...
Part the FirstItt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;And ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
" 'THER is a wife in yone toun-end, an she has dothers three, An I wad be a beager for ...
Gentle heardsman, tell to me,Of curtesy I thee pray,Unto the towne of WalsinghamWhich is the right and ready way."Unto the ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
Preferment, like a Game at bowles, To feede our hope with diverse play Heer quick it runnes, there soft it ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
I will not love one minute more, I swear! No, not a minute! Not a sigh or tear Thou gett'st ...
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