Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
I never stoop'd so low, as they Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey, Seldom to them, which soare ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
My love and I for kisses play'd, Shee would keepe stake, I was content, But when I wonne shee would ...
We hugg, imprison, hang, and save, This foe, this friend, our Lord, our slave. While thus I hang, you threatned ...
O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde, In all thy cavernes canst thou finde A vapor, fume, a gale ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Goe and count her better houres; They more happie are than ours. The day that gives her any blisse Make ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
When whispering straynes doe softly steale With creeping passion through the hart, And when at every touch wee feele Our ...
Keepe on your maske, and hide your eye, For with beholding you I dye: Your fatall beauty, Gorgon-like, Dead with ...
Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
I am the faythfull deputy Unto your fading memory. Your Index long in search doth hold; Your folded wrinkles make ...
When Westwell Downes I gan to tread, Where cleanely wynds the greene did sweepe, Methought a landskipp there was spread, ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
WHen I behold that beauties wonderment, And rare perfection of each goodly part; of natures skill the only complement, I ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids, And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, ...
To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacobs God, that all may ...
HAIL holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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