Book VII (Arthur Hall Poems)
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
Part the FirstItt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;And ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Incipit carmen secundum ordinem litterarum alphabeti.Almighty and al merciable queene,To whom that al this world fleeth for socour,To have relees ...
Part 30 PROLOGUE TO THE PERSOUNS TALE Heere folweth the Prologe of ...
Part 8 PROLOGUE TO THE SHIPMANNES TALE Here endith the man of ...
Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,A stounde herkneth to my songOf duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,That maketh me ...
See shortlye here the summe of allWhereto the Noble and base we call.Behold the touche to trye the boastinge preaceThat ...
Primus PastorHaylle, comly and clene! Haylle, yong child!Haylle, maker, as I meyne, of a madn so mylde!Thou has waryd, I ...
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere! I am so ...
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,—God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ye ...
In God is all my trust.Here lyeth the body of Thomas Hendley, esquier by degre,The yongest sone of Jervis Hendley, ...
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,-- God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
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