Kyng of all{.e} kyng{.e}s
To here Son{.e} sche ches.
He cam also stylle
There his moder was
As dew in Aprylle
That fallyt on the gras;
He cam also stylle
To his moderes bowr
As dew in Aprille
That fallyt on the flour;
He cam also stylle
There his moder lay
As dew in Aprille
That fallyt on the spray;
Moder and maydyn
Was never non but sche;
Wel may swych a lady
God{.e}s moder be.
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The circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
With the night, it moves downward – booming;The day and the night are its song.I am very small, as I dance upon the drum-head;I am like a particle of dust, as I dance upon the drum-head;Above me in the sky is the shining ball of the drumstick.I dance upward with the day;I dance downward with…
The plumed staff officer gallops
That shakes as, beaten by hailstones,Shakes the loaded autumn vine;And the earth beneath is reddened,But not with the stain of wine.The regular shock of a batteryThe rattling tumult stuns;And its steady thrill through the hill-sideLike a pulse beneath it runs;The many are dead around it,But the few still work the guns.‘Who commands this battery?’And Crosby…
Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen,
Of Litell Johnn, that was the knighes man,Goode myrth ye shall here.It was upon a mery dayThat yonge men wolde go shete;Lytell Johnn fet his bowe anone,And sayde he wolde them mete.Thre tymes Litell Johnn shet aboute,And alwey he slet the wande;The proud sherif of NotinghamBy the marks can stande.The sherif swore a full greate…
Come join the Abolitionists,
And with a warm and cheerful zeal,Come help the cause along;O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,O that will be joyful, when Slavery is no more,When Slavery is no more.‘Tis then we’ll sing, and offerings bring,When Slavery is no more.Come join the Abolitionists,Ye men of riper years,And save your wives and children dear,From grief and…
A pair of very chubby legs
A pair of little stubby bootsWith rather doubtful toes;A little kilt, a little coat,Cut as a mother can,And lo! before us strides in stateThe Future’s ‘coming man.’His eyes, perchance, will read the stars,And search their unknown ways;Perchance the human heart and soulWill open to their gaze;Perchance their keen and flashing glanceWill be a nation’s light,–Those…
Our flag is proudly floating
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!Beneath it oft we’ve conquered,And we’ll conquer oft again!Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!CHORUS: Our Dixie forever!She’s never at a loss!Down with the eagleAnd up with the cross!We’ll rally ’round the bonny flag,We’ll rally once again,Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!Our gallant boys have marchedTo the rolling…
Kyng of all{.e} kyng{.e}s
To here Son{.e} sche ches.
He cam also stylle
There his moder was
As dew in Aprylle
That fallyt on the gras;
He cam also stylle
To his moderes bowr
As dew in Aprille
That fallyt on the flour;
He cam also stylle
There his moder lay
As dew in Aprille
That fallyt on the spray;
Moder and maydyn
Was never non but sche;
Wel may swych a lady
God{.e}s moder be.
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She had a desyre ofte to be wedde
Lytell rought she therforeShe is as softe as a lamme yf one do her meueAnd lyke to ye deuyll wan a ma dothe her greueSo well is she setteO good condycyon to her housbondeYf he call her calat she calleth hy knaue agayneShe shyll not dye in his detteBy saynt Ione sayd Cocke thanThese be…
It fell about the Martinmas,
Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,‘We maun draw to a hauld.‘And quhat a hauld sall we draw till,My mirry men and me?We wul gae to the house o’ the Rodes,To see that fair ladie.’The lady stude on hir castle wa’,Beheld baith dale and down,There she was ware of a host of men,Cum ryding towards…
THEN hastened those heroes their home to see,
houses and high burg. Hengest stillthrough the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,holding pact, yet of home he minded,though powerless his ring-decked prow to driveover the waters, now waves rolled fiercelashed by the winds, or winter locked themin icy fetters. Then fared anotheryear to men’s dwellings, as yet they do,the sunbright skies, that their season everduly…
‘Be it ryght or wrong, these men among
Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo love them wele; for never a deleThey love a man agayne:For late a man do what he canTheyr favour to attayne,Yet yf a newe do them persue,Theyr furst true lover thanLaboureth for nought; for from her thoughtHe is a banyshed man.’‘I say nat nay, but…
‘THE bloody swath of Swedes and Geats
how folk against folk the fight had wakened.The ancient king with his atheling bandsought his citadel, sorrowing much:Ongentheow earl went up to his burg.He had tested Hygelac’s hardihood,the proud one’s prowess, would prove it no longer,defied no more those fighting-wanderersnor hoped from the seamen to save his hoard,his bairn and his bride: so he bent…
O waly, waly up the bank,
And waly, waly yon burn side,Where I and my love wer wont to gae.I leant my back unto an aik,I thought it was a trusty tree;But first it bow’d, and syne it brak,Sae my true love did lichtly me.O waly, waly, gin love be bonny,A little time while it is new;But when its auld, it…