The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,By nature inhumaine, much given to ...
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,By nature inhumaine, much given to ...
as we did behold the salmon sporting,We spied some countrie clowns to us resorting,Who striken were with sudden admiration,To see ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
ONE righteous word for Law-the common will;One living truth of Faith-God regnant still;One primal test of Freedom-all combined;One sacred Revolution-change ...
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
Like as a forte or fenced towne, By foes assault that lies in field,When Bulwarkes all are beaten downe, Is by perforce ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
It feel about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
It fell about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
Let now the goodly Spring-tide make us merrie, And fields, which pleasant flowers doo adorne: And Vales, Meades, ...
Sel. I See thee jolly Sheepheard merrie, And firme thy faith, and sound as a berrie.Sil. ...
By the Mediterranean shore, In the days of the cohorts and legions,When oodles of rain used to pour O'er the ...
It was the old Vindictive out of Dover put to sea,And she sailed to the Lowlands low,With cruisers and with ...
To Kerklees stately priorieCame an old time-worn man,And for food and shelter prayed he,Ye chief of a noble clanHe was ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin';You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you dinna ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play,And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais in ...
Why Gentlemen, doe you know what you doe? ha! Would you ha'kept me out? Christmas, old Christmas? Christmas of London, ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
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