Anonymous British Poems

Ich am of Irlaunde,
Ant of the holy londe
Of Irlande.
Gode sire, pray ich the,
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Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
How this rose began to sprynge;
Swych a rose to myn lykynge
In al this word ne knowe I non.
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Behold our orbit as through twice six signs
Our central Sun apparently inclines:
The Golden Fleece his pale ray first adorns,
Then tow'rds the Bull he winds and gilds his horns;
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The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
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Ring a Ring O' Roses,
A pocketful of posies,
Atishoo! Atishoo!
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'Twas by a fall I caught my death;
No man can tell his time or breath;
I might have died as soon as then
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A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
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If you sit down at set of sun,
And count the acts that you have done,
And counting find
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Grim Death took me without any warning,
I was well at night and dead at nine in the morning.
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On a dark lonely night on the Crimea's dread shore
There had been bloodshed and strife on the morning before,
The dead and the dying lay bleeding around,
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