Oh, saw ye my own true love, I praye, My own true love so sweete? For the flowers have lightly toss'd awaye The prynte of her faery feete. Now, how can we telle if she passed us bye?...
Sir W. Bovill was specially retained in an action for damages caused by the overflowing of the banks of the Witham. With great spirit he contended that the river had for three days flowed from the sea. ...
Oh for a field, my friend; oh for a field! I ask no more Than one plain field, shut in by hedgerows four, Contentment sweet to yield. For I am not fastidious,...
The linnet had flown from its cage away, And flitted and sang in the light of day-- Had flown from the lady who loved it well, In Liberty's freer air to dwell. Alas! poor bird, it was soon to prove,...
Sleep, little baby, sleep, love, sleep! Evening is coming, and night is nigh; Under the lattice the little birds cheep, All will be sleeping by and by. Sleep, little baby, sleep. ...