Robin Hood and the Potter (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
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 ...
You beauteous ladyes, great and small,I write unto you one and all,Whereby that you may understandWhat I have suffered in ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
Secretary. Ielowsy.Ielowsy.What a world is this/I trow it be a curstFayne wold I marye/yf ye I durstBut I trow syth ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
I read that once in AffricaA princely wight did raine,Who had to name Cophetua, As poets they did faine.From natures ...
When heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away ...
Amid the desert rockes, the mountaine beare. Bringes forth vnformd, vnlyke her selfe her yong: Nought els but lumpes of ...
Lvld in an heauenly Charme of pleasing passions,Many their well thewd rimes doe fayre attemperVnto their amours, while another fashionsLoue ...
Not Marke, but Mercurie keepes her warme,And Neptune hugs her in his armeInfertill, fertile of all good things,Her Lord her ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
I know no paynt of poetry Can mend such colourd Imag'ry In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I May relish thy ...
Take, greedy death, a body here entomd That by a thousand stroakes was made one wound, Where all thy shafts ...
Preferment, like a Game at bowles, To feede our hope with diverse play Heer quick it runnes, there soft it ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
Love is a game at tables where the dye Of mayds affections doth by fancie fly: If once you catch ...
Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares, with the loose wynd ye wauing chance to marke: fayre when ...
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