A Dreame (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
In pleasaunt moneth of gladsome May I walkt abroad to viewThe fieldes, which nature had bedeckt With flowers of sundry hew.The sight ...
In pleasaunt moneth of gladsome May I walkt abroad to viewThe fieldes, which nature had bedeckt With flowers of sundry hew.The sight ...
[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste ...
Sometimes in Fraunce it did so chaunce, One that did seruice lacke:A country clowne went vp and downe, With fardell on his ...
As it fell out on a Pentecost day,King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,With his faire queene dame Guenever ...
The Heavens did mourne: The windes did grinne: These vapours blacke, Their rise did make, From the vast Ocean of our sinne: For from ...
Haste homewardes, man, draw neerer to the shore,The skies doe scowle, the windes doe blow amaine:The raged rockes, with rumbling ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
GENIUS.Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd,To give our Age the day so much desir'd.What all the minutes, houres, ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
Let now the goodly Spring-tide make us merrie, And fields, which pleasant flowers doo adorne: And Vales, Meades, ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, ...
As it fell out on a Pentecost day,King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,With his faire queen dame Guenever ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring, all in his mothers lap: A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet ...
THe merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trompet shrill hath thrise already sounded: that warnes al louers wayt vpon their ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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