The Rising In The North (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Listen, lively Lordings all,Lithe and listen unto mee,And I will sing of a noble earle,The noblest earle in the north ...
Listen, lively Lordings all,Lithe and listen unto mee,And I will sing of a noble earle,The noblest earle in the north ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode;He harped in the kings chambere,Where cuppe and caudle ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine,Warm without Sun, and shady without rain,Fann'd by an air, that scarsly bent ...
Lord Thomas he was a bold forrester,And a chaser of the kings deere;Faire Ellinor was a fine woman,And Lord Thomas ...
When Poets gave their God in Crete a Birth, Then Jupiter held Traffick with the Earth, And had a Farm ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what RuleI am alone forbid to play the foolTo follow through the ...
OH thou sweet maiden fair, Thou with the raven hair, Why to the window go? While gazing down below, Art ...
'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 ...
See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies, See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise, And through the air, ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde, In all thy cavernes canst thou finde A vapor, fume, a gale ...
Goe and count her better houres; They more happie are than ours. The day that gives her any blisse Make ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
When whispering straynes doe softly steale With creeping passion through the hart, And when at every touch wee feele Our ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
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