A Pleasant Ballad Of King Henry II. And The Miller Of Mansfield (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Part the First.Henry, our royall kind, would ride a huntingTo the greene forest so pleasant and faire;To see the harts ...
Part the First.Henry, our royall kind, would ride a huntingTo the greene forest so pleasant and faire;To see the harts ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
God prosper long our noble king,Our liffes and safetyes all;A woefull hunting once there didIn Chevy-Chace befall.To drive the deere ...
And they shall be my people, and I will be their God.—Jeremiah xxxii. 38.IHear, O Israel! and plead my cause ...
THOU couldst not look on me and live: so runs The mortal legend -- thou that couldst not live Nor ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
Let now each Meade with flowers be depainted, Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing:Roses yeeld foorth your smells so ...
… Such speech they chang'd; when in the yard there lay A dog, call'd Argus, which, before his ...
Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh ...
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed, Before the dawning of the sanguin light: When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright ...
SHall I then silent be or shall I speake? And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall: and if ...
OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges, In mind to mount vp to the purest sky: it down ...
TRust not the treason of those smyling lookes, vntill ye haue theyr guylefull traynes well tryde: for they are lyke ...
Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares, with the loose wynd ye wauing chance to marke: fayre when ...
HAppy ye leaues when as those lilly hands, which hold my life in their dead doing might shall handle you ...
RVdely thou wrongest my deare harts desire, In finding fault with her too portly pride: the thing which I doo ...
WHat guyle is this, that those her golden tresses, She doth attyre vnder a net of gold: and with sly ...
LOng languishing in double malady, of my harts wound and of my bodies greife: there came to me a leach ...
VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this, That me thou makest thus tormented be: the whiles she lordeth in ...
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