King Cophetua and the Beggar-Maid (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
I read that once in AffricaA princely wight did raine,Who had to name Cophetua, As poets they did faine.From natures ...
I read that once in AffricaA princely wight did raine,Who had to name Cophetua, As poets they did faine.From natures ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
This winters weather itt waxeth cold,And frost doth freese on every hill,And Boreas blowes his blasts soe boldThat all our ...
Gentle heardsman, tell to me,Of curtesy I thee pray,Unto the towne of WalsinghamWhich is the right and ready way."Unto the ...
I woulde it were not as it isOr that I cared not yea or no;I woulde I thoughte it not ...
Flie vale-bred Muse to heauen-high Mont-ague Honoring thy playnesse with so quaint aspire It is a baggard Hawke ...
Willy."How now, shepherde, what meanes that?Why that willowe in thy hat?Why thy scarffes of red and yelloweTurn'd to branches of ...
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Some act of Love's bound to reherse,I thought to bind him, in my verse:Which when he felt, Away (quoth he)Can ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene, (O seemely sight!) Yclad ...
RIng ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne, And leaue your wonted labors for this day: This day ...
THe rolling wheele that runneth often round, The hardest steele in tract of time doth teare: and drizling drops that ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
THe laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare, guies me great hope of your relenting mynd: for since it ...
Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre, Where kindly mingling Souls a while, Let's innocently spend an houre, And at all ...
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