Автор: JOHN SKELTON

[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste […]

WITH margerain gentle, The flower of goodlihead, Embroidered the mantle Is of your maidenhead. Plainly I cannot glose; Ye be, […]

[a laude and prayse made for our souereigne lord the kyng.] The Rose both white and Rede In one rose […]

Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste […]

Prologus Skeltonidis Laureati super Ware the Hawk This work devised is For such as do amiss; And specially to control […]

Lauda, anima mea, Dominum! To weep with me look that ye come All manner of birdes in your kind; See […]

MERRY Margaret As midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower: With solace and gladness, Much mirth and […]

In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne By radyante hete enryped hath our corne Whan luna full of mutabylyte As […]

By Saint Mary, my lady, Your mammy and your dady Brought forth a goodly baby! My maiden Isabel, Reflaring rosabell, […]

Pla ce bo, Who is there, who? Di le xi,, Dame Margery; Fa, re, my, my. Wherfore and why, why? […]

Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace; Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte; Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space; Dysdayns, dystres, […]

John Skelton: A Ballad of the Scottsysshe Kyne Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go. Ye summoned our kynge. […]