For eu’ry season she hath dressings fitt,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No Beautie shee doth misse,
When all her Robes are on:
But Beauties selfe shee is,
When all her Robes are gone.
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Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore
His Father would Plead and mother imploreGodfrey Gordon Please Shut the door.
SISTER, awake! close not your eyes!
And the bright morning doth ariseOut of her bed of roses.See the clear sun, the world’s bright eye,In at our window peeping:Lo, how he blusheth to espyUs idle wenches sleeping!Therefore awake! make haste, I say,And let us, without staying,All in our gowns of green so gayInto the Park a-maying!
Late at e’en, drinking the wine,
They set a combat them between,To fight it in the dawing.‘What though ye be my sister’s lordWe’ll cross our swords to-morrow.’‘What though my wife your sister be,I’ll meet ye then on Yarrow.’‘O stay at hame, my ain gude lord!O stay, my ain dear marrow!My cruel brither will you betrayOn the dowie banks of Yarrow.’‘O fare…
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Green at morn, cut down at night;Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay:Thus think, then drink Tobacco.And when the smoke ascends on high,Think thou behold’st the vanityOf worldly stuff, gone with a puff:Thus think, then drink Tobacco.But when the pipe grows foul within,Think of thy soul defiled with sin,And that the fire doth it require:Thus…
WYNTER wakeneth al my care,
Ofte I sike ant mourne sareWhen hit cometh in my thohtOf this worldes joie, hou hit goth al to noht.Nou hit is, and nou hit nys,Al so hit ner nere, ywys;That moni mon seith, soth hit ys:Al goth bote Godes wille:Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle.Al that gren me graueth grene,Nou hit faleweth…
The voice that beautifies the land!
The voice of thunderWithin the dark cloudAgain and again it sounds,The voice that beautifies the land.The voice that beautifies the land!The voice below,The voice of the grasshopperAmong the plantsAgain and again it sounds,The voice that beautifies the land.
For eu’ry season she hath dressings fitt,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No Beautie shee doth misse,
When all her Robes are on:
But Beauties selfe shee is,
When all her Robes are gone.
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Wild and fearful in his cavern
And the homeless nomad wanderedLaying waste the fertile plain.Menacing with spear and arrowIn the woods the hunter strayed…Woe to all poor wreteches strandedOn those cruel and hostile shores!From the peak of high OlympusCame the mother Ceres down,Seeeking in those savage regionsHer lost daughter Prosperine.But the Goddess found no refuge,Found no kindly welcome there,And no temple…
Up in early morning light,
Oiling all the household springs,Sewing buttons, tying strings,Telling Bridget what to do,Mending rips in Johnny’s shoe,Running up and down the stair,Tying baby in her chair,Cutting meat and spreading bread,Dishing out so much per head,Eating as she can by chance,Giving husband kindly glance;Toiling, working, busy life,–Smart woman,Dan’s wife.Dan comes home at fall of night,Home so cheerful,…
As I was walking all alane,
The tane unto the t’other say,‘Where sall we gang and dine to-day?’‘In behint yon auld fail dyke,I wot there lies a new slain knight;And naebody kens that he lies there,But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.‘His hound is to the hunting gane,His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame;His lady’s ta’en another mate,So we may…
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
So he fell asleep with a troubled brainTo dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.The engine with murderous blood was dampAnd was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.The boiler was filled with lager beerAnd the devil himself was the engineer;The passengers…
A Slave sold at Auction.
It sin, to hold a slave he’d bought,And of his strength have the command,As much as of his house and land.A Yankee Lawyer long had keptA negro-man with whom he slept.And ate, and Sabbath day,He half the time from church would stay;When Cuff his master’s garments wore.—‘Twas strange you say, but he was poor;And though…
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The old dragon through;By David his slingAnd the giant he slew;Let us write us a rhyme,As a record to tellHow the South on a timeStormed the ramparts of HellWith her barefooted boys!II.Had the South in her borderA hero to spare,Or a heart at her altar,Lo! its life’s blood was there!And the black battle-grimeMight never disguiseThe…
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For eu’ry season she hath dressings fitt,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No Beautie shee doth misse,
When all her Robes are on:
But Beauties selfe shee is,
When all her Robes are gone.
Similar Posts
Part the First
Amonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes kene,To ryse the dere out of theyr denne,Suche sightes hath ofte bene sene,As by thre yemen of the north countrey,By them it is I meane.The one of them hight Adam Bel,The other Clym of the Clough,The thyrd was William of Cloudesly,An archer good…
THEN the baleful fiend its fire belched out,
all landsfolk frighting. No living thingwould that loathly one leave as aloft it flew.Wide was the dragon’s warring seen,its fiendish fury far and near,as the grim destroyer those Geatish peoplehated and hounded. To hidden lair,to its hoard it hastened at hint of dawn.Folk of the land it had lapped in flame,with bale and brand. In…
An ancient story Ile tell you anon
And he ruled England with maine and with might,For he did great wrong, and maintein’d little right.And Ile tell you a story, a story so merrye,Concerning the Abbot of Canterburye,How for his house-keeping and high renowne,They rode poste for him to fair London towne.An hundred men, the king did heare say,The abbot kept in his…
King shall hold kingdom. A castle is seen from afar,
wonderful wall-stone work. Wind is swiftest in sky,thunder betimes most loud. Many are Christ’s powers.Wyrd is strongest. Winter is coldest,Lent frostiest and longest cold,summer sun-brightest, when sky is hottest,and autumn most glorious, giving to menthe year’s fruits which God sends.Truth is clearest, treasure dearest,gold to each man. The greyhair is wisest,ancient in years, who has…
Beleeue me now I tell it for no tale,
That without helpe of man, or any maleConceaueth daughters by her selfe alone:But at their birth, be it by night or day,Some skilfull man, the midwiues part doth play.When they be borne, and perfectly brought foorth,Both olde and yong doe greatly them desire;Their beautie and their power is of such woorth,That all mens harts, therewith…
Of Hector’s deeds did Homer sing,
What griefs fair Helena did bring,Which was Sir Paris’ only joy:And by my pen I will reciteSt. George’s deeds, and English knight.Against the Sarazens so rudeFought he full long and many a day,Where many gyants he subdu’d,In honour of the Christian way;And after many adventures past,To Egypt land he came at last.Now, as the story…