Here Foloweth Colyn Blowbols Testament (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
Now it was clear to every ShadeThat some great wonder was before them,As Tom upon the palisadeEmptied, as fast as ...
You've heard of the Valley of Klondyke, The cruellest and hardest of places,Where all men are moiling and toiling for ...
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother? Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother, And here ...
In the old raftered loftWhere the winds blowLike thin querulous voicesOut of long ago,And the cobwebs swayTo and fro, to ...
An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent; From ...
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e}, Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal; ...
Ned Kelly was a gentleman:Many hardships did he endure.He battled to deprive the richThen gave it to the poor.But his ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
after Sue Owen Born from flour anointed with oil, from a roux dark and mean as a horse's breath, you ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Wherever the dead are there they are and Nothing more. But you and I can expect To see angels in ...
This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
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