The Rowley Poems by Thomas Chatterton
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Mie spreedynge flockes of shepe of lillie white,
Mie tendre applynges[27], and embodyde[28] trees, Mie Parker's Grange[29], far spreedynge to the syghte, Mie cuyen[30] kyne [31], mie bullockes stringe[32] yn syghte, 35 Mie gorne[33] emblaunched[34] with the comfreie[35] plante, Mie floure[36] Seyncte Marie shotteyng wythe the lyghte, Mie store of all the blessynges Heaven can grant. I amm duressed[37] unto sorrowes blowe, Ihanten'd[38] to the peyne, will lette ne salte teare flowe. 40 RAUFE. Here I wille obaie[39] untylle Dethe doe 'pere, Here lyche a foule empoysoned leathel[40] tree, Whyche sleaeth[41] everichone that commeth nere, Soe wille I fyxed unto thys place gre[42]. I to bement[43] haveth moe cause than thee; 45 Sleene in the warre mie boolie[44] fadre lies; Oh! joieous I hys mortherer would slea, And bie hys syde for aie enclose myne eies. Calked[45] from everych joie, heere wylle I blede; Fell ys the Cullys-yatte[46] of mie hartes castle stede. 50 ROBERTE. Oure woes alyche, alyche our dome[47] shal bee. Mie sonne, mie sonne alleyn[48], ystorven[49] ys; Here wylle I staie, and end mie lyff with thee; A lyff lyche myn a borden ys ywis. Now from een logges[50] fledden is selyness[51], 55 |
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