The Heir of Linne (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Part the FirstLithe and listen, gentlemen,To sing a song I will beginne:It is of a lord of faire Scotland,Which was ...
Part the FirstLithe and listen, gentlemen,To sing a song I will beginne:It is of a lord of faire Scotland,Which was ...
How long shall fortune faile me nowe,And harrowe me with fear and dread?How long shall I in bale abide,In misery ...
When shawes been sheene, and shradds full fayre,And leeves both large and longe,Itt is merry, walking in the fayre forrest,To ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
Hearken to me, gentlemen,Come and you shall heare;He tell you of two of the boldest brethren,That ever born y-were.The tone ...
Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke-white steede; To him a fayre yonge ladye cameAs ever ware womans ...
In the third day of May,To Carleile did comeA kind curteous child, That cold much of wisdome.A kirtle and a ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine,Warm without Sun, and shady without rain,Fann'd by an air, that scarsly bent ...
" 'THER is a wife in yone toun-end, an she has dothers three, An I wad be a beager for ...
Woe worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande!For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;The worthyest prince that ever was borne,You hanged ...
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 ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what RuleI am alone forbid to play the foolTo follow through the ...
This to the Crown, and blessing of my life,The much lov'd husband, of a happy wife.To him, whose constant passion ...
A lover of late was I, For Cupid would have it soe,The boy that hath never an eye,As every man ...
E cuntente m' aiute e nun mi stanche di sciabbu? cch' i d?cete, nda ll' arie, a tarantelle. I m?ne, ...
Cou'd we stop the time that's flying Or recall itt when 'tis past Put far off the day of Dying ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories