For The Victory At Agincourt (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt ...
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt ...
Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e}, With blosmen and with bridd{.e}s roun{.e}, That al ...
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e}, Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal; ...
See shortlye here the summe of allWhereto the Noble and base we call.Behold the touche to trye the boastinge preaceThat ...
Primus PastorHaylle, comly and clene! Haylle, yong child!Haylle, maker, as I meyne, of a madn so mylde!Thou has waryd, I ...
Lenten ys come with love to toune,With blosmen and with briddes roune,That al this blisse bryngeth;Dayes-eyes in this dales,Notes suete ...
Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,Many a servant have ye put out of grace.I take my leve of your unstedefastnesse,For wel I ...
" Svmer is icumen in Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed and bloweth med and spring'th th' wde nu. Sing cuccu! ...
The firste stok, fader of gentilesse —What man that desireth gentil for to beMust folowe his trace, and alle his ...
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne soft{.e}, That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}, And driven away ...
Were beth they that biforen us weren,Houndes ladden and havekes beren, And hadden feld and wode?The riche levedies in hoere ...
There was a Young Lady of Welling,Whose praise all the world was a-telling;She played on a harp,And caught several carp,That ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured, of that his malady: But he soone after fresh againe enured, his former ...
LEt not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre breake out, that may her sacred peace molest: ne one light glance ...
SHe tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting, and wrapt him in her smock: She wrapt him softly, all the while ...
BRing with you all the Nymphes that you can heare both of the riuers and the forrests greene: And of ...
INnocent paper whom too cruell hand, Did make the matter to auenge her yre: and ere she could thy cause ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
WHat guyle is this, that those her golden tresses, She doth attyre vnder a net of gold: and with sly ...
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