Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead (George Gascoigne Poems)
In court whoso demaundesWhat dame doth most excell;For my conceit I must needes say,Faire Bridges beares the bel. Upon whose ...
In court whoso demaundesWhat dame doth most excell;For my conceit I must needes say,Faire Bridges beares the bel. Upon whose ...
There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,And he was a squires son;He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,That lived in ...
A. D. 1692 SOE, Mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne, How rides a witche when nighte-winds blowe? Folk saye that ...
W. I will not knit before I knowe, C. Care not for long delaye: W. And so I ...
Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,How this rose began to sprynge;Swych a rose to myn lykynge In ...
A Robyn,Jolly Robyn,Tell me how thy leman doeth,And thou shalt knowe of myn."My lady is unkynde, perde."Alack! why is she ...
Go forth lytell boke, and do thy selfe presentUnto my yonge ladyes, & maydes of eche a statePrayenge them with ...
As rare to heare as seldome to be seene,It cannot be nor never yet hathe beneThat fire should burne with ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
Chorus.-The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
No marvell if the Sunne's bright eye Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie Still waytes on light; but when wee ...
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