The Famous Historie: Cap. XIII (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern ShoreTho armie mutines for his sore diseasWhom at that instant heauins to ...
The Argument.Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern ShoreTho armie mutines for his sore diseasWhom at that instant heauins to ...
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
When Hils, and Valleys, wrap't in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never ...
Would you a favrite novel make,Try hard your readers heart to breakFor who is pleasd, if not tormented?(Novels for that ...
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,There was a faire maid dwellin,Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!Her name was Barbara Allen.All ...
In night yet may we see some kinde of light,When as the Moone doth please to shew her face,And in ...
Begot without father, in earth I remaine,And oft I am turnd, to my mother againe.By night and by day I ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
As I walked of late by 'an' wood side,To God for to meditate was my entent,Where under a hawthorne I ...
O wha will shoe my fu' fair foot?And wha will glove my hand?And wha will lace my middle jimp,Wi' the ...
In London city was Bicham born,He longd strange countries for to see,But he was taen by a savage Moor,Who handld ...
As I cam in by Dunidier,An doun by Netherha,There was fifty thousand HielanmenA-marching to Harlaw. As I cam on, an ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
A flower was offered to me; Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree. ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
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