A Discourse (Ralph Birchensha Poems)
Wonder to men, worlds glorie, mightie Lord,Earths monarch, Prince of thrones & powers all,Peerlesse for praise, famous in factes and ...
Poems about ranke (15 Poems)
The Kings Prophecie (Joseph Hall Poems)
What Stoick could his steely brest containe(If Zeno self, or who were made besideOf tougher mold) from being torne in ...
Satire I (John Donne Poems)
Away thou fondling motley humorist,Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,Consorted with these few bookes, let me lyeIn prison, ...
Eclogue The Third (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
A Ballad of the Scottsysshe Kyne (John Skelton Poems)
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?To you no thyng it dyde ...
“Ride, ride, Ranke” (Nikolaj Krossing Poems)
Ride, ride, Ranke! Greven er saa h(Nikolaj Krossing)
To Sir Miles Hobart Knight Of The Bathe (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Never dranke I of Pegasus his well, Nor in Parnassus dream't (that I can tell) Though I write Verse, for I would ...
To Mr. Edmund Knevet (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Except thy worthy brother, scarce I find A Gentleman, more truely mine, in mind Then thee; nor let opinion so ill see, To ...
To Sir Dru Drury (Ralph Knevet Poems)
As did love wounded Echo dote upon The beautiful Narcissus, that lov'd none; So doth my Muse affect your worthy parts Applauded every ...
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 ...
The Old Worlds Tragedie (Francis Sabie Poems)
I sing of horrors sad and dreadfull rage, Of stratagems wrought in the former age, Contagious vice, and in conclusion, ...
The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
The Beggar’s Daughter of Bednall-Green (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Part the FirstItt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;And ...
Here begynneth a dialogue betwene the comen Secretary and Ielowsy (Edward Gosynhyll Poems)
Secretary. Ielowsy.Ielowsy.What a world is this/I trow it be a curstFayne wold I marye/yf ye I durstBut I trow syth ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...