A Paraphrase, By Chaucer (Eugene Field Poems)
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
When May is here, and every mornIs dappled with pied bells,And dewdrops glance along the thornAnd wings flash in the ...
My Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt, It doth so well become her: For ...
The Author musing here survay, How He may THEOPHIL portray: Where Others Art surpast you find, They draw the Body, ...
Bles't bee thy Name, who did'st restoreTo health my Daughter dearWhen death did seem ev'n to approach,And life was ended ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Where are yee now, Astrologers, that looke For petty accidents in Heavens booke? Two Twins, to whom one Influence gave ...
Though Death to good men be the greatest boone, I dare not think this Lady dyde so soone. She should ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
My love and I for kisses play'd, Shee would keepe stake, I was content, But when I wonne shee would ...
O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde, In all thy cavernes canst thou finde A vapor, fume, a gale ...
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
Goe and count her better houres; They more happie are than ours. The day that gives her any blisse Make ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
Behold this little volume here inrolde: 'Tis the Almighty's present to the world: Hearken earth's earth; each sencelesse thing can ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
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