The Authors Dreame To The Ladie Marie (Aemilia Lanyer Poems)
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke-white steede; To him a fayre yonge ladye cameAs ever ware womans ...
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 ...
Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to ...
The Lamentable and Tragical History of Titus Adronicus, &c.You noble minds, and famous martiall wights,That in defence of native country ...
Part 30 PROLOGUE TO THE PERSOUNS TALE Heere folweth the Prologe of ...
Part 8 PROLOGUE TO THE SHIPMANNES TALE Here endith the man of ...
Will you hear a Spanish lady,How shee wooed an English man?Garments gay as rich as may be,Decked with jewels she ...
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode;He harped in the kings chambere,Where cuppe and caudle ...
Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe!It grieves me sair to see thee weipe:If thoust be silent, Ise be glad,Thy ...
(i)De Amico ad AmicamA Celuy que pluys eyme en mounde,Of alle tho that I have foundeCarissima,Saluz od treye amour,With grace ...
W. I will not knit before I knowe, C. Care not for long delaye: W. And so I ...
CLORIS, it is not thy disdaine Can ever cover with dispaire Or in cold ashes hide that care Which I ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
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