The Mourning Muse Of Thestylis (Lodowick Bryskett Poems)
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
Poeta Skelton Laureatus libellum suum metrice alloquitur.Ad dominum properato meum mea pagina Percy, Qui ...
Great Man of God, whom God doeth call, and chooseOn Earth his great Lieutenents place to use,Wee blesse the tyme, ...
Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace;Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte;Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space;Dysdayns, dystres, exylyd cruelte;Wordys well ...
In Cypres springes, wheras dame Venus dwelt, A well so hote that who so tastes the same, Were he of stone, as ...
Lusti yough shuld us ensue,Hys mery hart shall sure all rew.For whatsoever they do hym tell,It ys not for hym ...
Thow that men do call it dotage,Who lovyth not wantith corage.And whosoever may love gete,From Venus sure he must it ...
Whoso that wyll all feattes optayne,In love he must be withowt dysdayne,For love enforyth all nobyle kyndAnd dysdayne dyscorages all ...
Wherto shuld I expresseMy inward hevynes?No myrth can make me faynTyl that we mete agayne.Do way, dere hart, not so.Let ...
The tyme of youthe is to be spent;But vice in it shuld be forfent.Pastymes ther be I nought treulyeWhych one ...
Whoso that wyll for grace sew,Hys entent must nedys be trew,And love her in hart and dede,Els it war pyte ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
The Turnament of Tottenham; or, the Wooeing, Winning, and Wedding of Tibbe, the Reev's Davghter There.Of all thes kene conquerours ...
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
O Great Creator of the starrie Pole, and heauenly things O mightie founder of the earthly mole, chiefe king of ...
A ballad made by one of the adherents to Simon de Montfort, Earl of Leicester, soon after the battle of ...
O waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn side,Where I and my love ...
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