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A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style Thomas Parnell	'Till one at last that Robin hight, (Renown'd for pinching Maids by Night) Has hent him up aloof; And full against the Beam he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Lawde and Prayse John Skelton	Adrastus wise and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Pastoral Dialogue Jonathan Swift	A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight; Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight; While each with stubbed knife removed the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A proper trewe idyll of camelot Eugene Field	a time ye noblesse liege that ben Kyng Arthure hight Let cry a joust and tournament for evereche errant knyght, And,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Antheme William Strode	Praise in the hight and deeper strayne; Come beare your parts...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An epitaph on clere, surrey'S faithful friend and follower Henry Howard	Clere, of the Count of Cleremont, though hight Within the womb of Ormond's race thou bred, And saw'st thy cousin crowned in thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Hymne of Heavenly Love Edmund Spenser	From this base world unto thy heavens hight, Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anti-Thelyphthora. A Tale In Verse William Cowper	'Twas on the noon of an autumnal day, October hight, but mild and fair as May; When scarlet fruits the russet hedge adorn, And floating films...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Aspiring Barbara Cadogan	A will to attain the hight with positive persistence, That I may soar again, and find The summit without...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Astrophel Edmund Spenser	In fairest fields, and Astrophel he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Auld Maitland Andrew Lang	King Edward hight his name; Unwordily he wore the crown, Till...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Birds John Clare	The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud With white neck peering to the evening...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ballade of my Lady's Beauty Joyce Kilmer	And Queen of Beauty she is hight, And Sainte Marie the world doth sway In cerule napery...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Book Of The Duchesse Geoffrey Chaucer	That hight Seys, and hadde a wyf, The beste that mighte bere lyf; And this quene hight...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Broken Pitcher, The William Edmondstoune Aytoun	Alphonso Guzman was he hight, the Count of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Certain Books Of Virgil's AEneis: Book II Henry Howard	There stands in sight an isle hight Tenedon, Rich and of fame while Priam's kingdom stood, Now but a bay and road unsure for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The First. George Gordon Byron	Childe Harold was he hight: - but whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say; Suffice it, that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I. George Gordon Lord Byron	Childe Harold was he hight: --but whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say; Suffice it, that perchance...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Colin Clouts Come Home Againe Edmund Spenser	And lou'd this shepheard dearest in degree, Hight Hobbinol) gan thus to him...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eyes And Tears Andrew Marvell	In a false Angle takes each hight; These Tears which better measure all, Like wat'ry Lines and Plummets...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race Henry Howard	Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine; And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hero and Leander: The First Sestiad Christopher Marlowe	The one Abydos, the other Sestos...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hildebrand And Hellelil William Morris	And this same was hight Hildebrand, The King’s son of the English...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Impossible things Karolina Marszałkowska	Angels will fall down from usual hight Demons from their sins will start to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia Alexander Pope	A prating thing, a Magpye hight, Majestically stalk; A stately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)