(Thomas Chatterton Poems)
SCENE I.BRISTOWE.BIRTHA.Gentle Egwina, do notte preche me joie;I cannotte joie ynne anie thynge botte weere .Oh! yatte aughte schulde oure ...
SCENE I.BRISTOWE.BIRTHA.Gentle Egwina, do notte preche me joie;I cannotte joie ynne anie thynge botte weere .Oh! yatte aughte schulde oure ...
Range from Tower--hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t'utmost Grosvenor--street:Take in your route both Gray's and Lincoln's ...
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?To you no thyng it dyde ...
1die rosen werden an die hüte gekreuzigt, die lippender rosen fliegen fort.die blutigen organe tropfen auf den sichtbarenthron des halbwüchsigen ...
When Phoebus is ascendent in the morne, With the old Archer, or cold Capricorne, The world remaines forlorne: The Birds, are then as ...
_Brueder! lobt die Sommerszeit!_Ja, dich, Sommer, will ich loben!Wer nur deine Munterkeit,Deine bunte Pracht erhoben,Dem ist wahrlich, dem ist nur,Nur ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
I. PROLOGUE.HERR SCHNITZERL make a ph'losopede, Von of de pullyest kind; It vent mitout a vheel in front, And hadn't ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
VHEN sommer drees shake fort deir leafs, Ash maids shake out deir locks, Und singen mit de rifulets, Vitch ripplen ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
Never a greater foe did Love disdaine, Or trode on grasse so gay,Nor Nimph ...
O VERE mine lofe a sugar-powl, De fery shmallest loomp Vouldt shveet de seas, from pole to pole, Und make ...
Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr gro?. Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren, und auf den Fluren la? ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
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