The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
Poems about hathe (18 Poems)
The C?uercyon of Swerers (Stephen Hawes Poems)
The fruytfull sentence & the noble werkesTo our doctryne wryten in olde antyquyteBy many grete and ryght notable clerkesGrounded on ...
An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande (John Skelton Poems)
Poeta Skelton Laureatus libellum suum metrice alloquitur.Ad dominum properato meum mea pagina Percy, Qui ...
In Commendacion Of The Meane Estate (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
Eclogue The Third (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
The Prologe To The Maske Of Myndes (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
This worldes madde maskerye I intende to disgrace Pluckeinge of the viser and the disguiseinge gere From this merye maskers soe as ...
A Carolle. (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
CHORVS O gratyous Lorde, ohe sauyor dere, Our onelye hope and all our chere, Our presente ayde in euerye woe, Our hole defence agaynste ...
Perilles Followeinge Fortune By Enuye And Malice (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
Like as the tree of frute moste puer To save from spoyle requires moste cuer, And as the grape of sweteste taste The ...
Love-Contradictions (Sir Edward Dyer Poems)
As rare to heare as seldome to be seene,It cannot be nor never yet hathe beneThat fire should burne with ...
Of The Kindes And Frutes Of Good And Yll (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
Knowen good devyded into three, Profytt, delighte, and honestye; And yll alsoe hathe three of name, Whiche all menn call, losse, payne, and ...
Of A Louer (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
Beholde myne eyes as fountaynes springeinge, Beholde my harte as brymstone burninge: Myne eyes to water my corps woulde turne, My harte to ...
Here foweth a lytell treatyse called The chaunce of the dolorous louer (Christopher Goodwyn Poems)
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Chevy-Chase (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
A Fancy (Edward Dyer Poems)
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
A Poem In Praise Of Lidgate (Benedict Burgh Poems)
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
I would and I would not (Edward Dyer Poems)
I woulde it were not as it isOr that I cared not yea or no;I woulde I thoughte it not ...
Love-Contrad (Edward Dyer Poems)
As rare to heare as seldome to be seene,It cannot be nor never yet hathe beneThat fire should burne with ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...