Though Sum Saith That Yough Rulyth Me (King Henry VIII Poems)
Though sum saith that yough rulyth me,I trust in age to tarry;God and my ryght and my dewtye,Frome them I ...
Though sum saith that yough rulyth me,I trust in age to tarry;God and my ryght and my dewtye,Frome them I ...
She alone of ShepherdessesWith her blue disdayning eyes,Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dressesAll his lute in sighes:Yet to winneKatheryn,I ...
She alone of ShepherdessesWith her blue disdayning eyes,Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dressesAll his lute in sighes:Yet to winneKatheryn,I ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
The First Part'When Flora with her fragrant flowersBedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,And Neptune with his daintye showersCame to ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
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 ...
In summer time, when leaves grow greene,And blossoms bedecke the tree,King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,Some pastime for to see.With ...
Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,A stounde herkneth to my songOf duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,That maketh me ...
A ballad made by one of the adherents to Simon de Montfort, Earl of Leicester, soon after the battle of ...
Seynt Stevene was a clerk in Kyng Herowd{.e}s halle, And servyd him of bred and cloth, as every kyng ...
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere! I am so ...
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,—God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ye ...
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,-- God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
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