An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande (John Skelton Poems)
Poeta Skelton Laureatus libellum suum metrice alloquitur.Ad dominum properato meum mea pagina Percy, Qui ...
Poeta Skelton Laureatus libellum suum metrice alloquitur.Ad dominum properato meum mea pagina Percy, Qui ...
And is there any wight aliue, That rightly may compare,Or goe beyond me silly wretch, In sadnesse and in care?Some such may ...
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
Though volumes great and learned workes, Of famous men hereof be ryfe VVherby both Papistes, Iewes and Turkes Haue deadly woundes, for all ...
Once in stormes greate A shippe was beate Soe sore with tempestes rage That naughte was able Ancre nor Cable The daunger to assuage. The shippemenne ...
To ende I iudge pleasure but scante Where eache others case dothe wishe and wante. ffor pleasante lyfe there fyndes smale grace Where ...
Il est des loups de toute sorteJe connais le plus inhumainMon cour que le diable l'emporteEt qu'il le d(Guillaume Apollinaire)
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
The woefull lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime king Edward IV. his concubine. To the tune ...
Quasi era vespro. Atteso avea soverchioalla posta del cervo, quatto quattofra le canne; e vinceami l'uggia. A un trattovidi l'uom ...
Truth"God speed you, ancient father, And give you a good daye;What is the cause, I praye you,So sadly here you ...
(A PAOLO GORINI)Un di' d'autunno, al tramontar del sole,In un ermo giardino entro' la Morte;E impallidir le rose e le ...
See shortlye here the summe of allWhereto the Noble and base we call.Behold the touche to trye the boastinge preaceThat ...
Loe I am sent, but vnto whome God knowes:Mine aucthor ment, this message to inclose.Within his chest, as he doth ...
Ardi, un'ala sul mare ? solitaria.Ondeggia come pallido rottame.E le sue penne, senza pi? legame,sparse tremano ad ogni soffio d'aria.Ardi, ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
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