The Old Cloak (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
This winters weather itt waxeth cold,And frost doth freese on every hill,And Boreas blowes his blasts soe boldThat all our ...
This winters weather itt waxeth cold,And frost doth freese on every hill,And Boreas blowes his blasts soe boldThat all our ...
Gentle heardsman, tell to me,Of curtesy I thee pray,Unto the towne of WalsinghamWhich is the right and ready way."Unto the ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,— Lie in my arms and dinna greit;Long time been past syn I kenned ...
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?For the more countenance to ...
A lover of late was I, For Cupid would have it soe,The boy that hath never an eye,As every man ...
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kisse but in the cup, ...
Fair glory of your Sex! when you have readMy name subscrib'd, and find who's conquered,Blame not myweakness; know your eies ...
Des vagues d'accents circonflexes, une mer fâchée d'adverbes, des moulins de verbes, des coquillages de points de suspensions, sur l'île ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-- Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Hath Christmas furr'd your Chimneys, Or have the maides neglected, Doe Fire-balls droppe from your Chimney's toppe, The Pidgin is ...
Ile tell you how the Rose did first grow redde, And whence the Lilly whitenesse borrowed: You blusht, and then ...
We are prevented; you whose Presence is A Publick New-yeares gift, a Common bliss To all that Love or Feare, ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
Still falls the Rain--- Dark as the world of man, black as our loss--- Blind as the nineteen hundred and ...
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his ...
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