Lines from Love Letters (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
(i)De Amico ad AmicamA Celuy que pluys eyme en mounde,Of alle tho that I have foundeCarissima,Saluz od treye amour,With grace ...
(i)De Amico ad AmicamA Celuy que pluys eyme en mounde,Of alle tho that I have foundeCarissima,Saluz od treye amour,With grace ...
Wee tottie's the smile that lichts up oor hearthstane—A dumpy bit thing that can scarce gang her lane;Yet what aul'-farrant ...
The deid sleep soun' in the auld kirkyaird, At the fit o' the hills sae steep;They dream sweet dreams aneath ...
O, mither, sing a sang to the bairns, When the nicht-fa' gathers them in;Wee Jamie oot at his elbows an' ...
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere! I am so ...
Auld Johnnie Noddle sleeps through a' the day,Sleeps until the sun gangs doon an' a' the licht away;Then he waukens ...
I dream this nicht, an' my thochts gae back To that happy time sae early,When we twa stood in the ...
Row, Kello, row frae rocky linns, An' through amang thy grassy braes,Where gowans grow an' hawthorns blaw, An' sunshine sleeps ...
Afore there was law to fleg us a',An' schedule richt frae wrang,The man o' the cave had got the craveFor ...
Langsyne, when life was bonnie, An' a' the skies were blue,When ilka thocht took blossom, An' hung its head wi' ...
HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere; Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun; Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere; Penalopee, ...
What gars the Embro' man feel prood?When a' is said ad duneIt's no St Giles or Holyroodbut thon big, noisy ...
1.Oh, sweet de wa'blin' ob de mockin' bu'd,A singin' to de moon his song ob love,Oh, sweet de voice ob ...
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld, ...
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