The Letter of Cupid (Thomas Hoccleve Poems)
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
Poeta Skelton Laureatus libellum suum metrice alloquitur.Ad dominum properato meum mea pagina Percy, Qui ...
I.— COATBRIDGEWi' my haun on my haffit I sit by the fire,An' think that for nocht I hae sic a ...
"Oh saw ye e'er sic witless bairns, Sic wasterie o' blessin's gien?Oh had they dree'd what we ha'e dree'd, Oh had they ...
IThe child disturbs our view. Tow-head bent, shestands on one leg and folds up the other. She is listeningto the ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
Forgi'e, O forgi'e me, auld Scotlan', my mither!Like an ill-deedie bairn I've ta'en up wi' anither;And aft thy dear Doric ...
There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men;She biggit her bonnie bow'r doun in yon glen;But now she ...
WHEN my o'erlay was white as the foam o' the lin,And siller was chinkin my pouches within,When my lambkins were ...
Frien' Tammie, I thocht that I coudna dae betterThan rhyme a bit scrift in reply to yer letter,Sae I juist ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
AIR--_"Heigh-ho! for Somebody."_ A wee bird sits upon a spray, And aye it sings o' Menie Hay, ...
AIR--_"The Posie."_ Eliza was a bonnie lass, and oh! she lo'ed me weel, Sic love as canna find ...
There are laddies will drive ye a ba'To the burn frae the farthermost tee,But ye mauna think driving is a',Ye ...
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be ...
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