Chanson. – And Imitation (Matthew Prior Poems)
Que fais tu bergere dans ce beau vergerTu ne songe gueres a me soulager?Tu connois ma flamme, tu vois ma ...
Que fais tu bergere dans ce beau vergerTu ne songe gueres a me soulager?Tu connois ma flamme, tu vois ma ...
The marchantes wishe the Lawyers trayne For hasarde smale and certeine gayne. The Lawyer dulled with sute and strife Wisshethe to lyue the ...
Novembre approche,--et c'est le mois charmantOu, devinant ton ame a ton sourire,Je me suis pris a t'aimer vaguement, Sans rien dire.Novembre ...
Go lytle boke, get the acquaintaunceAmonge the louers of Gods wordeGeue them occasyon the same to auaunceAnd to make theyr ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
When shawes been sheene, and shradds full fayre,And leeves both large and longe,Itt is merry, walking in the fayre forrest,To ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
? caution tous amants sont sujets:Cette maxime en ma t?te est ?crite.Point n'ai de foi pour leurs tourments secrets;Point aupr?s ...
L'innocente victime, au terrestre s?jour, N'a vu que le printemps qui lui donna le jour. Rien n'est rest? de lui ...
'Bergers, vous dont ici la ch?vre vagabonde, La brebis se tra?nant sous sa laine f?conde, Au dos de la colline ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night,For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,And yonder sings ...
Hush, bonnie, dinna greit;Moder will rocke her sweete,— Balow, my boy!When that his toile ben done,Daddie will come anone,—Hush ...
Dans ce cabriolet de place j'examine L'homme qui me conduit, qui n'est plus que machine Hideux, ? barbe ?paisse, ? ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And ...
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 ...
Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur, D'aller là-bas, vivre ensemble! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir, Au pays ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories