(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 ...
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
The love within my heart that dwellsKnows nought of days or hours;I hear thee in the Christmas bells,I feel thee ...
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rimeAnd in the air a stillness as of deathTh'approach of some portentousness foresaith.December ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
Fieldfares, bonny fieldfares, feedin' 'mang the bent, Wheer the sun is shinin' through yon cloud's wide rent, ...
IT dressed itself in green leaves all the summer long, Was full of chattering starlings, loud with throstles' song. Children ...
The Lord's bin hard on me, Sir, He's stown my barn away.O dowly, dowly was that neet ...
Once more the Heavenly PowerMakes all things new,And domes the red-plowed hillsWith loving blue; The blackbirds have their wills,The throstles ...
IT'S hard to see all bonnie thingsAlone 'at once we shared;Yon buddin' thorn, yon flutteringsOf blue-tits newly paired;Yon lapwing callin' ...
When throstles sing in ivery copse,An' blackies* vie wi' them,Roundy green are sycamore tops,An' meadows flower-trim,Then my luve goes a-laikin',a-laikin', ...
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