A Fancy (Edward Dyer Poems)
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Poems about yeare (21 Poems)
Home (George Herbert Poems)
Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, While thou dost ever, ever stay:Thy long deferrings ...
III: To Sir Robert Wroth (Ben Jonson Poems)
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
The Ballad of Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard (Anonymous British Poems)
As it fell out on a highe holye daye, As many bee in the yeare,When yong men and maides ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poems)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,As many bee in the yeare,When young men and maides together do ...
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 ...
The Shepheardes Calender: Januarie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
The Murder of the King of Scots (Anonymous British Poems)
Woe worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande!For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;The worthyest prince that ever was borne,You hanged ...
Friends Cannot Protect Us From The Stroke Of Death (Edward Buckler Poems)
If I were great, rich, prosperous, secure,Successefull in the world, I should be sureThat more time-servers would my friendship woo,Then ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
The Friar’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
A New Year’s Gift (William Strode Poems)
We are prevented; you whose Presence is A Publick New-yeares gift, a Common bliss To all that Love or Feare, ...
Poem 6 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
My loue is now awake out of her dreame, and her fayre eyes like stars that dimmed were With darksome ...
Epithalamion (Edmund Spenser Poems)
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
The Shepheardes Calender: April (Edmund Spenser Poems)
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
Sonnet LX (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THey that in course of heauenly spheares are skild, To euery planet point his sundry yeare: in which her circles ...
Poem 15 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
RIng ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne, And leaue your wonted labors for this day: This day ...
Sonnet IIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
NEw yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate, Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: and bidding th'old Adieu, ...
Sonnet LXII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THe weary yeare his race now hauing run, The new begins his compast course anew: with shew of morning mylde ...