Cumnor Hall (William Mickle Poems)
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
Phylida was a faire mayde,As fresh as any flowre;Whom Harpalus the herdman praydeTo be his paramour.Harpalus, and eke Corin,Were herdmen ...
(Oh Lord) how can I observe thy commands, Since I have neither heart, nor hands, I want both eares, and eyes: The facultyes, Of ...
(Faire naked Amazon) Invincible in force, Earths Martyr, but Heavens Minion, Religions source, The Mistris of the intellect, A Mistris without blemish, or defect. Great Monosyllable, The ...
The marchantes wishe the Lawyers trayne For hasarde smale and certeine gayne. The Lawyer dulled with sute and strife Wisshethe to lyue the ...
Ye sacred Fyres, and powers aboue,Forge of desires working loue,Cast downe your eye, cast downe your eyeVpon a Mayde in ...
A merye Mayde To a Paynter sayde That muche she mused to see His pictures soe fayer, And his sonne and heyer Soe muche deformed ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
Incipit carmen secundum ordinem litterarum alphabeti.Almighty and al merciable queene,To whom that al this world fleeth for socour,To have relees ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
Part 8 PROLOGUE TO THE SHIPMANNES TALE Here endith the man of ...
A faire Mayde wed to prying Jealousie,One of the fairest as ever I did see:If that thou wilt a secret ...
If that the gentle winde dooth moove the leaves with pleasant sound,If that the ...
When that I poore soule was borne,I was borne unfortunate:Presently the Fates had sworne,To fore-tell my haplesse state.Titan his faire ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
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