(Thomas Chatterton Poems)
SCENE I.CELMONDE, att BRYSTOWE.Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayneThrowe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites of goulde,Mee, happeless ...
SCENE I.CELMONDE, att BRYSTOWE.Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayneThrowe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites of goulde,Mee, happeless ...
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I abouteAl in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;And frayned full ofte ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
(Oh Lord) how can I observe thy commands, Since I have neither heart, nor hands, I want both eares, and eyes: The facultyes, Of ...
If the iuste mann seaven tymes eache daye Ohe Lorde dothe fall, what shall I saye? Of all iniuste moste sinfull manne My ...
Calleinge to mynde my wyfe moste dere Howe ofte you have in sorrowes sadde With wordes full wyse and pleasante chere My dropeinge ...
CHORVS O gratyous Lorde, ohe sauyor dere, Our onelye hope and all our chere, Our presente ayde in euerye woe, Our hole defence agaynste ...
The righteste course in lyfe to keepe Is not to presse alwayes to runne With sayles vppe hoyste in the mayne deepe, Nor ...
When I (at Rome) beheld poore people fall, Before brasse, stone, and paper painted, Yea every metall, and materiall, That canonized was, and ...
Thou, that of all parts, Merits't to bee call'd, The Roome, and Armarye of arts, Which in Thee are wall'd, There by the intellect ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Part the FirstItt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;And ...
When shawes been sheene, and shradds full fayre,And leeves both large and longe,Itt is merry, walking in the fayre forrest,To ...
There was a knight was drunk with wine,A riding along the way, sir;And there he met with a lady fine,Among ...
On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne,This sore battayle was doom'd to bee,Where manye a knighte cry'd, Well-awaye!Alacke, it was the ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
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