he doth me risen early
my matins for to stay
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of great
his comb is of red coral
his tail is of jet
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of kind
his comb is of red sorrel
his tail is of inde
his legs be of azure
so gentil and so small
his spurs are of silver white
into the wortewale
his eyes are of crystal
locked all in amber
and every night he pertcheth him
in my lady`s chamber
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ALL under the leaves and the leaves of life
And one of them was Mary mild,Our Lord’s mother of Heaven.‘O what are you seeking, you seven fair maids,All under the leaves of life?Come tell, come tell, what seek youAll under the leaves of life?’‘We’re seeking for no leaves, Thomas,But for a friend of thine;We’re seeking for sweet Jesus Christ,To be our guide and thine.’‘Go…
The time when first I fell in love,
The year wherein I lost such timeTo compass my content.The day wherein I saw too lateThe follies of a lover;The hour wherein I found such lossAs care cannot recover.And last, the minute of mishap,Which makes me thus to plainThe doleful fruits of lover’s suits,Which labour lose in vain:Doth make me solemnly protest,As I with pain…
Royal Charlie’s now awa,
Mony a heart will break in twa,Should he ne’er come back again.Will you no come back again?Will you no come back again?Better lo’ed you’ll never be,And will you no come back again?Mony a traitor ‘mang the islesBrak the band o’ nature’s law;Mony a traitor, wi’ his wiles,Sought to wear his life awa.Will he no come…
BALOW, my babe, lie still and sleep!
Wouldst thou be quiet I’se be glad,Thy mourning makes my sorrow sad:Balow my boy, thy mother’s joy,Thy father breeds me great annoy–Balow, la-low!When he began to court my love,And with his sugred words me move,His faynings false and flattering cheerTo me that time did not appear:But now I see most cruellyeHe cares ne for my…
We redeth oft and findeth ywrite –
Layes that ben in harpingBen yfounde of ferli thing.Sum bethe of wer and sum of wo,And sum of joie and mirthe also,And sum of trecherie and of gile,Of old aventours that fel while;And sum of bourdes and ribaudy,And mani ther beth of fairy.Of al thinges that men seth,Mest o love for sothe thai beth.In Breteyne…
ICHOT a burde in boure bryht,
Menskful maiden of myht;Feir ant fre to fonde;In al this wurhliche wonA burde of blod ant of bonNever yete y nuste nonLussomore in londe.Blou northerne wynd!Send thou me my suetyng!Blou northerne wynd! blou, blou, blou!With lokkes lefliche ant longe,With frount ant face feir to fonge,With murthes monie mote heo monge,That brid so breme in boure.With…
he doth me risen early
my matins for to stay
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of great
his comb is of red coral
his tail is of jet
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of kind
his comb is of red sorrel
his tail is of inde
his legs be of azure
so gentil and so small
his spurs are of silver white
into the wortewale
his eyes are of crystal
locked all in amber
and every night he pertcheth him
in my lady`s chamber
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You go, my son, to the battle-field
‘Mid its fiercest conflicts never yieldTill death shall lay you low.Our God, who smiles upon the Right,And frowns upon the Wrong,Will nerve you for our holy fight,And make your courage strong.Our cause is just. For it we prayAt morning, noon and night;Upon our banners we inscribeGod, Liberty and Right.I love you as my life,My dear…
I syng of a mayden
Kyng of all{.e} kyng{.e}sTo here Son{.e} sche ches.He cam also stylleThere his moder wasAs dew in AprylleThat fallyt on the gras;He cam also stylleTo his moderes bowrAs dew in AprilleThat fallyt on the flour;He cam also stylleThere his moder layAs dew in AprilleThat fallyt on the spray;Moder and maydynWas never non but sche;Wel may swych…
It was on one Monday morning just about one o’clock
People began to scream and cry,Saying, ‘Lord, am I going to die?’ChorusIt was sad when that great ship went down,It was sad when that great ship went down,Husbands and wives and little children lost their lives,It was sad when that great ship went down.When that ship left England it was making for the shore,The rich…
God save great George our king
God save the king.Send him victorious,Happy and glorious,Long to reign over us,God save the king.O Lord our God arise,Scatter his enemies,And make them fall:Confound their politics,Frustrate their knavish tricks,On him our hopes we fix,God save us all.Thy choicest gifts in store,On him be pleas’d to pour,Long may he reign.May he defend our laws,And ever give…
At liberty I sit and see
Whipp’d with the whip that scourged me:And now they ban that they were born.I see them sit full soberlyAnd think their earnest looks to hide;Now, in themselves, they cannot spyThat they or this in me have spied.I see them sitting all alone,Marking the steps, each word and look;And now they tread where I have gone,The…
Eternal Time, that wastest without waste,
Most slow of all, and yet of greatest haste;Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill:How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise?Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days.Both free and scarce, thou giv’st and tak’st again;Thy womb that all doth breed, is tomb to all;What so by thee hath life,…
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he doth me risen early
my matins for to stay
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of great
his comb is of red coral
his tail is of jet
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of kind
his comb is of red sorrel
his tail is of inde
his legs be of azure
so gentil and so small
his spurs are of silver white
into the wortewale
his eyes are of crystal
locked all in amber
and every night he pertcheth him
in my lady`s chamber
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THEN from the moorland, by misty crags,
The monster was minded of mankind nowsundry to seize in the stately house.Under welkin he walked, till the wine-palace there,gold-hall of men, he gladly discerned,flashing with fretwork. Not first time, this,that he the home of Hrothgar sought, —yet ne’er in his life-day, late or early,such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!To the house the warrior walked…
When that Phebus his chaire of gold so hy
And in the Bole was entred certainly;Whan shoures swete of rain discended soft,Causing the ground, felĂ« tymes and oft,Up for to give many an hoolsom air,And every plain was [eek y-]clothed fairWith newe grene, and maketh smalĂ« flouresTo springen here and there in feld and mede;So very good and hoolsom be the shouresThat it reneweth,…
There was a shepherds daughter
And there by chance a knighte shee mett,Which caused her to staye.‘Good morrowe to you, beauteous maide,’These words pronounced hee;‘O I shall dye this daye,’ he sayd,‘If Ive not my wille of thee.’‘The Lord forbid,’ the maide replyde,‘That you shold waxe so wode!’But for all that shee could do or saye,‘He wold not be withstood.’‘Sith…
Forth gone the virgyns euerychone
To gether floures. And some vnto oneHaue more fantasy/whan they it seThan to all that in the medowes beAnother shall incontrary wyseGether other after theyr deuyse.So done clerkes/of great grauiteChose maters/wheron they lyst to wryteBut I that am of small capaciteToke on me this treatyse to endyteTauoyde ydelnesse/more than for delyteAnd most parte therof/tolde was…
THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce,
all the morning earls had sat,daring shieldsmen, in doubt of twain:would they wail as dead, or welcome home,their lord beloved? Little kept backof the tidings new, but told them all,the herald that up the headland rode. —‘Now the willing-giver to Weder folkin death-bed lies; the Lord of Geatson the slaughter-bed sleeps by the serpent’s deed!And…
1. Rise, oh my Soul, with thy desires to Heaven,
Thy time, where times eternity is given,And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse:But down in darkness let them lie,So live thy better, let thy worse thoughts die.2. And thou, my Soul, inspir’d with holy flame,View and review with most regardful eye,That holy Cross whence thy salvation came,On which thy Saviour, and thy sin…