The Pleasaunce Of Maid Marian (Oscar Fay Adams Poems)
Argument:"Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle shellsAnd fair maids all in a row."Isolt the White, ...
Argument:"Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle shellsAnd fair maids all in a row."Isolt the White, ...
Argument:The King was in the parlor, counting out his money:The Queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey:The Maid ...
Argument:The Queen of Hearts,She made some tartsAll on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts,He stole those tartsAnd carried them away!The ...
As late abroad asleepe I lay, Mee thought I came by wondrous chaunce:Whereas I heard a harper play, And saw great store ...
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear--acare-woven garment that protects me from ...
O cheerful Christmas hearth! Bright with the blazing coals,And echoing clear with children's mirth,Goodwill tow'rds men and peace upon earth, And blessing ...
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon,mention it in general to the moonon the way down,he's ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
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 Carleile dwelt King Arthur,A prince of passing might;And there maintain'd his Table Round,Beset with many a knight.And there he ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common-sense, Thou foil to Flecknoe, pr'ythee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
A lover of late was I, For Cupid would have it soe,The boy that hath never an eye,As every man ...
LONG left unwounded by the grisly foe,Who sometime pierces all with fatal shaft,Still on my cheek fresh youth did lively ...
A whistle 'mid the distant hills Shattered the silence grey,She turned on me her great ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon, mention it in general to the moon on the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
War shook the land where Levi dwelt, And fired the dismal wrath he felt, That such a doom was ever ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
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