The Poetical Works of John Skelton principally according to the edition of the Rev. Alexander Dyce. In three volumes |
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Dame Pallas to the Quene of Fame.
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Dame Pallas to the Quene of Fame.
To your request we be well condiscendid:
Call forthe, let se where is your clarionar,
To blowe a blaste with his long breth extendid;
Eolus, your trumpet, that knowne is so farre,
That bararag blowyth in euery mercyall warre,
Let hym blowe now, that we may take a vewe
What poetis we haue at our retenewe;
Call forthe, let se where is your clarionar,
To blowe a blaste with his long breth extendid;
Eolus, your trumpet, that knowne is so farre,
That bararag blowyth in euery mercyall warre,
Let hym blowe now, that we may take a vewe
What poetis we haue at our retenewe;
To se if Skelton wyll put hymselfe in prease
Amonge the thickeste of all the hole rowte;
Make noyse enoughe, for claterars loue no peas;
Let se, my syster, now spede you, go aboute;
Anone, I sey, this trumpet were founde out,
And for no man hardely let hym spare
To blowe bararag tyll bothe his eyne stare.
Amonge the thickeste of all the hole rowte;
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Let se, my syster, now spede you, go aboute;
Anone, I sey, this trumpet were founde out,
And for no man hardely let hym spare
To blowe bararag tyll bothe his eyne stare.
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