The Famous Historie: Cap. XV (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.A messinger vnto the King doth schoSad news that doth incense his wrathfull IreFrom Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats ...
The Argument.A messinger vnto the King doth schoSad news that doth incense his wrathfull IreFrom Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats ...
The Argument.Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern ShoreTho armie mutines for his sore diseasWhom at that instant heauins to ...
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sids while the way I misse:If to the right ...
I.Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?Where are those valiant tenants of her shore,Who from the warrior bow the strong dart ...
As I lay musing in my bed,A heape of fancies came in head,Which greatly did molest mee.Such sundry thoughtes of ...
Of a smale cause grewe noe smale stryfe Twene John and Jone then manne and wyfe. John called Jone nyse because that ...
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sides while the way I misse:If to the right ...
The Sunne which glads, the earth at his bright sight,When in the morne he showes his golden face,And takes the ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
'Tis the part of a wise Man to examine the means of attaining the end, that he be not foiled ...
As Phebus bricht in speir merediane,E of the warld, and lamp Etheriall,Passis the licht that cleipit is Dyane,Quhen scho is ...
A Vulcan and a Venus seldom part. A blacksmith never us'd to filinge art Beyond a lock and key, for ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
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