All Poems
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There once was a young man of Ghent
© Anonymous
There once was a young man of GhentWhose tool was so long that it bent. To save himself trouble He put it in double,And instead of coming, he went.
There is a Tavern in the Town
© Anonymous
There is a tavern in the town, in the town,And there my true love sits him down, sits him down,And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,And never, never thinks of me.
A Taking Girl
© Anonymous
She took my hand in sheltered nooks,She took my candy and my books,She took the lustrous wrap of fur,She took those gloves I bought for her
Swarte Smekyd Smethes
© Anonymous
Swarte smekyd smethes, smateryd wyth smoke,Dryue me to deth wyth den of here dyntes
Summe Men Sayon that Y am Blac
© Anonymous
Summe men sayon that Y am blac. Yt ys a colour for my prow.Ther Y loue ther ys no lac. Y may not be so wyte as thou.
Stay with Me, God
© Anonymous
Stay with me, God. The night is dark,The night is cold: my little sparkOf courage dies. The night is long;Be with me, God, and make me strong.
St. Stephen and Herod
© Anonymous
Seynt Stevene was a clerk in Kyng Herowd{.e}s halle,And servyd him of bred and cloth, as every kyng befalle.
A Sonnet upon the Pitiful Burning of the Globe Playhouse in London
© Anonymous
Now sitt thee downe, Melpomene,Wrapt in a sea-coal robe,And tell the dolefull tragedie,That late was playd at Globe;For noe man that can singe and sayeBut was scard on St
The Song of the Stars
© Anonymous
We are the stars which sing;We sing with our light;We are the birds of fire;We fly over the sky
Soldiers who wish to be a hero
© Anonymous
Soldiers who wish to be a heroAre practically zero.But those who wish to be civilians,Jesus, they run into millions.
Sir Patrick Spence
© Anonymous
The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine:"O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?"
The Seafarer
© Anonymous
Mæg ic be me sylfum soðgied wrecan, [I can utter a true tale about myself,]siþas secgan, hu ic geswincdagum [tell of my travels, how in laboursome days]earfoðhwile oft þrowade, [a time of hardship I often suffered,]bitre breostceare gebiden hæbbe, [how bitter sorrow in my breast I have borne,]gecunnad in ceole cearselda fela, [made trial on shipboard of many sorrowful abodes; ]atol yþa gewealc, þær mec oft bigeat [dread was the rolling of the waves; there my task was often]nearo nihtwaco æt nacan stefnan, [the hard night-watch at the boat's prow,]þonne he be clifum cnossað
Say Me, Viit in the Brom
© Anonymous
Say me, viit in the brom,Teche me wou I sule donThat min hosebondeMe louien wolde.
Roll Me Over
© Anonymous
Now, this is number one,And the fun has just begun.Roll me over, lay me down,And do it again.
The Red River Valley
© Anonymous
From this valley they say you are going,We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,For they say you are taking the sunshineThat brightens our pathway awhile.
