An Olde Lyric (Horace Smith Poems)
I.Oh, saw ye my own true love, I praye, My own true love so sweete?For the flowers have lightly toss'd awaye The ...
I.Oh, saw ye my own true love, I praye, My own true love so sweete?For the flowers have lightly toss'd awaye The ...
My Daphne's Haire is twisted Gold,Bright starres a-piece her Eyes doe hold,My Daphne's Brow inthrones the Graces,My Daphne's Beauty staines ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
I SING of deadly dolorous debate,Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,Betwixt two mightie ones of great estate,Drawne into armes, and ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
There was a knight was drunk with wine,A riding along the way, sir;And there he met with a lady fine,Among ...
You beauteous ladyes, great and small,I write unto you one and all,Whereby that you may understandWhat I have suffered in ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
Give me leave (fairest Cynthia) to envy Thy looking glasse farre happyer then ...
Never a greater foe did Love disdaine, Or trode on grasse so gay,Nor Nimph ...
Do not conceale thy radiant eyes, The starre-light of serenest skies, ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,— Lie in my arms and dinna greit;Long time been past syn I kenned ...
Will ze gae to the ew-bughts, Marion,And wear in the sheip wi' mee?The sun shines sweit, my Marion,But nae half ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-- Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
When Westwell Downes I gan to tread, Where cleanely wynds the greene did sweepe, Methought a landskipp there was spread, ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
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