English poems

English poems

by Walter Cochrane Bronson
     
 

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The wide waste places, and the hugy plain, The wailings, shrieks, and sundry sorts of pain, The sighs, the sobs, the deep and deadly groan, Earth, air, and all, resounding plaint and moan. 245 Here puled the babes, and here the maids unwed With folded hands their sorry chance bewailed; Here wept the guiltless slain, and lovers dead, That slew themselves when nothing else availed; A thousand sorts of sorrows here, that wailed 250 With sighs, and tears; sobs, shrieks, and all yfere, That, oh alas! it was a hell to hear. We stayed us straight, and with a rueful fear Beheld this heavy sight, while from mine eyes The vapoured tears downstilled here and there; 255 And Sorrow eke, in far more woeful wise, Took on with plaint, upheaving to th skies Her wretched hands, that, with her cry, the rout 'Gan all in heaps to swarm us round about. "Lo here," quoth Sorrow, "princes of renown, 260 That whilom sat on top of Fortune's wheel, Now laid full low; like wretches whirled down, Even with one frown, that stayed but with a smile. And now behold the thing that thou, erewhile, Saw only in thought; and what thou now shalt hear 265 Recount the same to kesar, king, and peer." 1563. ANONYMOUS ALE SONG Chorus—Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. I cannot eat but little meat, 5 My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Though I go bare, take ye no care, I am nothing a-cold; 10 I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. I love no roast but a nutbrown toast, And a crab laid in the fire; A little bread shall do me stead, 15 Much bread I not desire. No frost nor...

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