Complaint unto Pity, The (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
Poems about honde (21 Poems)
Eclogue The Second (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
SPRYTES of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte ...
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, ...
(Thomas Chatterton Poems)
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
Of Hym That Togyder Wyll Serve Two Masters (Sebastian Brant Poems)
A fole he is and voyde of reasonWhiche with one hounde tendyth to takeTwo harys in one instant and season;Rightso ...
The Universal Shyp (Sebastian Brant Poems)
Come to, Companyons: ren: tyme it is to rowe:Our Carake fletis: the se is large and wydeAnd depe Inough: a ...
The Monke’s Complaynte To Alma Mater Of Dyverse Newe Matters Wroughte In Oxenforde Citie (Henry Harington Poems)
Whie, holie Mother, whie dothe ruthlesse HondeThus smyte thie Gates of hoarie Majestie?Workynge rude Spoyle, wheere Scyence kepte her Stonde,Contente ...
The Wright’s Chaste Wife (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Robin Hood and the Potter (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
The Shepheardes Calender: September (Edmund Spenser Poems)
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
Robin Hood and the Monk (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
Anelida and Arcite (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
The Canterbury Tales; CHAUCER’S TALE OF SIR THOPAS (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
The Battle Of Otterburn (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
It feel about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
Battle Of Otterbourne (Anonymous British Poems)
It fell about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
The Complaint unto Pity (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
On The Death Of K. Edward The First (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,A stounde herkneth to my songOf duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,That maketh me ...
St. Stephen And Herod (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Seynt Stevene was a clerk in Kyng Herowd{.e}s halle, And servyd him of bred and cloth, as every kyng ...
The prologue of the auctour (Christopher Goodwyn Poems)
Upon a certayne tyme as it befellI was all pensyfe and thoughtfull in my herteFor sondry thynges whiche I knewe ...
Lenuoy of the auctour (Christopher Goodwyn Poems)
Go forthe lytell quayre with full due reuerenceUnto the prynces of beauty souerayneAnd the humbly submyt vnto her magnyfycenceRequyrynge her ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...