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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ælla, a Tragical Interlude (excerpt)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE... </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte; <br> The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue; <br> Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte; <br> The nesh yonge coweslepe bendethe wyth the dewe; <br> The trees enlefed, yntoe Heavenne straughte, <br> Whenn gentle wyndes doe blowe to whestlyng dynne ys broughte. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The evenynge commes, and brynges the dewe alonge; <br> The roddie welkynne sheeneth to the eyne; <br> Arounde the alestake Mynstrells synge the songe; <br> Yonge ivie rounde the doore poste do entwyne; <br> I laie mee onn the grasse; yette, to mie wylle, <br> Albeytte alle ys fayre, there lackethe somethynge stylle.SECONDE MYNSTRELLE </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> So Adam thoughtenne, whann, ynn Paradyse, <br> All Heavenn and Erthe dyd hommage to hys mynde; <br> Ynn Womman alleyne mannes pleasaunce lyes; <br> As Instruments of joie were made the kynde. <br> Go, take a wyfe untoe thie armes, and see <br> Wynter and brownie hylles wyll have a charme for thee.THYRDE MYNSTRELLE </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Whanne Autumpne blake and sonne-brente doe appere, <br> With hys goulde honde guylteynge the falleynge lefe, <br> Bryngeynge oppe Wynterr to folfylle the yere, <br> Beerynge uponne hys backe the riped shefe; <br> Whan al the hyls wythe woddie sede ys whyte; <br> Whanne levynne-fyres and lemes do mete from far the syghte; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Whann the fayre apple, rudde as even skie, <br> Do bende the tree unto the fructyle grounde; <br> When joicie peres, and berries of blacke die, <br> Doe daunce yn ayre, and call the eyne arounde; <br> Thann, bee the even foule or even fayre, <br> Meethynckes mie hartys joie ys steynced wyth somme care....MYNSTRELLES SONGE </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> O! synge untoe mie roundelaie, <br> O! droppe the brynie teare wythe mee, <br> Daunce ne moe atte hallie daie, <br> Lycke a reynynge ryver bee; <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gon to hys death-bedde, <br> Al under the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Black hys cryne as the wyntere nyghte, <br> Whyte hys rode as the sommer snowe, <br> Rodde hys face as the mornynge lyghte, <br> Cale he lyes ynne the grave belowe; <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gon to hys deathe-bedde, <br> Al under the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note, <br> Quycke ynn daunce as thoughte canne bee, <br> Defte hys taboure, codgelle stote, <br> O! hee lyes bie the wyllowe tree: <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gone to hys deathe-bedde, <br> Alle underre the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Harke! the ravenne flappes hys wynge, <br> In the briered delle belowe; <br> Harke! the dethe-owle loude dothe synge, <br> To the nyghte-mares as heie goe; <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gon to hys deathe-bedde, <br> Al under the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See! the whyte moone sheenes onne hie; <br> Whyterre ys mie true loves shroude; <br> Whyterre yanne the mornynge skie, <br> Whyterre yanne the evenynge cloude; <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gon to hys deathe-bedde, <br> Al under the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Heere, uponne mie true loves grave, <br> Schalle the baren fleurs be layde, <br> Nee one hallie Seyncte to save <br> Al the celness of a mayde. <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gonne to hys death-bedde, <br> Alle under the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Wythe mie hondes I'lle dente the brieres <br> Rounde his hallie corse to gre, <br> Ouphante fairie, lyghte youre fyres, <br> Heere mie boddie stylle schall bee. <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gon to hys deathe-bedde, <br> Al under the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Comme, wythe acorne-coppe and thorne, <br> Drayne mie hartys blodde awaie; <br> Lyfe and all yttes goode I scorne, <br> Daunce bie nete, or feaste by daie. <br> Mie love ys dedde, <br> Gon to hys death-bedde, <br> Al under the wyllowe tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Waterre wytches, crownede wythe reytes, <br> Bere mee to yer leathalle tyde. <br> I die; I comme; mie true love waytes. <br> Thos the damselle spake, and dyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a><div class=q>
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 The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte; 
 The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue; 
 Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte; 
 The nesh yonge coweslepe bendethe wyth the dewe; 
 The trees enlefed, yntoe Hea..."></div>
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