An Excellent Ballad Of George Barnwell, An Apprentice Of London (Anonymous British Poems)
An excellent ballad of George Barnwell, an Apprentice of London, who…thrice robbed his master and murdered his vncle in Ludlow. ...
An excellent ballad of George Barnwell, an Apprentice of London, who…thrice robbed his master and murdered his vncle in Ludlow. ...
In Bath a wanton wife did dwelle,As Chaucer he doth write,Who did in pleasure spend her dayes,And many a fond ...
You sober-minded christians now draw near,Labour to learn these pious lessons here;For by the same you will be taught to ...
Ye sportive nymphs who on Parnassus play,Though old as ages, -- young and ever gay!O hither wing from Parna's flow'ry ...
Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to ...
An old song made by an aged old pate,Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a greate estate,That kept a ...
When Greeks and Trojans fell at strife,And lords in armour bright were seen,When many a gallant lost his lifeUlysses, general ...
Will you hear a Spanish lady,How shee wooed an English man?Garments gay as rich as may be,Decked with jewels she ...
In prime of years, when I was young,I took delight in youthful ways,Not knowing then what did belongUnto the pleasures ...
Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe!It grieves me sair to see thee weipe:If thoust be silent, Ise be glad,Thy ...
Let India boast her spicy trees, whose fruit and gorgeous bloom Give, to each faint and languid breez, its rich ...
A childhood land of mountain ways, Where earthy gnomes and forest fays, Kind, foolish giants, gentle bears, Sport with ...
Come, follow, follow me,You, fairy elves that be;Which circle on the greene,Come follow Mab, your queene,Hand in hand let's dance ...
Love me little, love me long,Is the burden of my song.Love that is too hot and strongBurneth soon to waste.Still, ...
Yesterday's flowers am I,And I have drunk my last sweet draught of dew.Young maidens came and sang me to my ...
The wind doth blow today, my love,And a few small drops of rain;I never had but one true-loveIn cold grave ...
Years may roll on, and manhood's brow grow cold,And life's dull winter spread its dark'ning pallO'er cherish'd hopes; yet time ...
Oh, how keen the wedge is drivenIn fond hearts by words that sting --Words that ever stand out boldly,Though years ...
Where is Timarchus gone?His father's hands were round him, And when he breathed his life away,The joy of youth had ...
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