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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529316" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eclogue The First</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wound;<br>From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,<br>Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all arounde,<br>(Myghtie theie fell, 'twas Honoure ledde the fraie,)<br>Thanne inne a dale, bie eve's dark surcote graie<br>Twayne lonelie shepsterres dyd abrodden flie,<br>(The rostlyng liff doth theyr whytte hartes affraie ,)<br>And wythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie;<br>Firtse Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke,<br>Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke. <br>ROBERTE.<br>Ah, Raufe! gif thos the howres do comme alonge,<br>Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther woe,<br>Oure fote wylle fayle, albeytte wee bee stronge,<br>Ne wylle oure pace swefte as oure danger goe.<br>To oure grete wronges we have enheped moe,<br>The Baronnes warre! oh! woe and well-a-daie!<br>I haveth lyff, bott have escaped soe,<br>That lyff ytsel mie Senses doe affraie.<br>Oh Raufe, comme lyste, and hear mie dernie tale,<br>Comme heare the balefull dome of Robynne of the Dale. <br>RAUFE.<br>Saie to mee nete; I kenne this woe in myne;<br>O! I've a tale that Sabalus mote telle.<br>Swote flouretts, mantled meedows, forestes dygne ;<br>Gravots far-kend arounde the Errmiets cell;<br>The swote ribible dynning yn the dell;<br>The joyous daunceynge ynn the hoastrie courte;<br>Eke the highe songe and everych joie farewell,<br>Farewell the verie shade of fayre dysporte :<br>Impestering trobble onn mie heade doe comme,<br>Ne on kynde Seyncte to warde the aye encreasynge dome. <br>ROBERTE.<br>Oh! I coulde waile mie kynge-coppe-decked mees <br>Mie spreedynge flockes of shepe of lillie white,<br>Mie tendre applynges , and embodyde trees,<br>Mie Parker's Grange far spreedynge to the syghte,<br>Mie cuyen kyne , mie bullockes stringe yn fighte,<br>Mie gorne emblaunched with the comfreie plante,<br>Mie floure Seyncte Marie shotteyng wythe the lyghte,<br>Mie store of all the blessynges Heaven can grant.<br>I amm duressed unto sorrowes blowe,<br>Ihanten'd to the peyne, will lette ne salte teare flowe. <br>RAUFE.<br>Here I wille obaie untylle Dethe doe 'pere,<br>Here lyche a foule empoysoned leathel tree,<br>Whyche sleaeth everichone that commeth nere,<br>Soe wille I fyxed unto thys place gre .<br>I to bement haveth moe cause than thee;<br>Sleene in the warre mie boolie fadre lies;<br>Oh! joieous I hys mortherer would slea,<br>And bie hys syde for aie enclose myne eies.<br>Calked from everych joie, heere wylle I blede;<br>Fell ys the Cullys-yatte of mie hartes castle stede. <br>ROBERTE.<br>Oure woes alyche, alyche our dome shal bee.<br>Mie sonne, mie sonne alleyn , ystorven ys;<br>Here wylle I staie, and end mie lyff with thee;<br>A lyff lyche myn a borden ys ywis.<br>Now from een logges fledden is selyness <br>Mynsterres alleyn can boaste the hallie Seyncte,<br>Now doeth Englonde weare a bloudie dresse<br>And wyth her champyonnes gore her face depeyncte;<br>Peace fledde, disorder sheweth her dark rode , <br>And thorow ayre doth flie, yn garments steyned with bloude.</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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From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,
Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all arounde,
(Myghtie theie fell, 'twas Honoure ledde the fraie,)
Thanne inne a dale, bie eve's dark surcote gr..."></div>
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