The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
The Turnament of Tottenham; or, the Wooeing, Winning, and Wedding of Tibbe, the Reev's Davghter There.Of all thes kene conquerours ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
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, ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth, To fill our hearts with heedless mirth This holy Christmasse time; ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,— Lie in my arms and dinna greit;Long time been past syn I kenned ...
Good Muse, rocke me aslepeWith some sweete harmony;This wearie eye is not to kepeThy wary company.Sweet Love, begon a while,Thou ...
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing ...
Primus PastorHaylle, comly and clene! Haylle, yong child!Haylle, maker, as I meyne, of a madn so mylde!Thou has waryd, I ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
Iesu, swete sone dere!On porful bed list thou here,And that me greveth sore;For thi cradel is ase a bere,Oxe and ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-- Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; ...
London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se. Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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