The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers ...
I LOOK upon 1ife's glorious things,The deathless themes of song,The grand, the proud, the beautiful,The wild, the free, the strong,And ...
The water, see it, leaps from the mountain's high brow, Like a roll of smooth silver, and laughingly nowSee, it skips, ...
Although she quarreleth with me, by word of mouth-that dear one;Yet in her heart, that dear one entertaineth much kindness ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
(AFTER SPENSER)Lo! where the castle of bold Pfeiffer throwsIts sullen shadow on the rolling tide,--No more the home where joy ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet songTo my dear little boy at play -Merrily singeth all day long,As it ...
An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear little boy at play - Merrily singeth all day ...
Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still ...
Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know The cause why that homeward I me draw, And flee the ...
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