Retrospect (Francis Thompson Poems)
Alas, and I have sungMuch song of matters vain,And a heaven-sweetened tongueTurned to unprofiting strainOf vacant things, which thoughEven so ...
Alas, and I have sungMuch song of matters vain,And a heaven-sweetened tongueTurned to unprofiting strainOf vacant things, which thoughEven so ...
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away. He bare him up, he bare him down, He bare him into an orchard brown. In that orchard there was an halle That hanged with purpill and pall. And in that hall there was a bede; It was hanged with gold so rede. And in that bed there lithe a knight, His woundes bleding day and night. By that bede side kneleth a may, And she wepeth both night and day. And by that bede side there stondeth a stone, Corpus Christi wreten there on.(Anonymous Americas)
Upon a certayne tyme as it befellI was all pensyfe and thoughtfull in my herteFor sondry thynges whiche I knewe ...
IThis Riddle rede or die,Says History since our Flood,To warn her sons of power:-It can be truth, it can be ...
Go forthe lytell quayre with full due reuerenceUnto the prynces of beauty souerayneAnd the humbly submyt vnto her magnyfycenceRequyrynge her ...
FLY from the press, and dwell with soothfastness; Suffice unto thy good, though it be small, For hoard hath hate, ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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, ...
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn, Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn, O'er moors and ...
YE gallants bright, I rede you right, Beware o' bonie Ann; Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Your heart ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed; But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede: When quite contented ...
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