THE FOXFOLK SONGThe fox ran up into the mill,He raised his paws, and danced his fill.Brave Master Fox, ’tis but your due,In all the world there’s none like you!A peck of corn he ground that day,Which on his back he bore away.He ate the village chickens brown,And trod the upland cornfields down.The fox lies on his shaggy side,His paws stretched out before him wide.Sable and fox this fall we’ll catch,And for my son I’ll make a match.Alas, this year no price they made:—My Hovhannes unmarried stayed!The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaThe Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaFrom Gower’s “Confesio Amantis.”The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of Armenia“Sche syh comende vnder þe lindeA womman vp an hors behinde.The hors on which sche rod was blak,Al lene and galled on þe back.”John Gower.
THE FOXFOLK SONGThe fox ran up into the mill,He raised his paws, and danced his fill.Brave Master Fox, ’tis but your due,In all the world there’s none like you!A peck of corn he ground that day,Which on his back he bore away.He ate the village chickens brown,And trod the upland cornfields down.The fox lies on his shaggy side,His paws stretched out before him wide.Sable and fox this fall we’ll catch,And for my son I’ll make a match.Alas, this year no price they made:—My Hovhannes unmarried stayed!The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaThe Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaFrom Gower’s “Confesio Amantis.”The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of Armenia“Sche syh comende vnder þe lindeA womman vp an hors behinde.The hors on which sche rod was blak,Al lene and galled on þe back.”John Gower.
THE FOXFOLK SONGThe fox ran up into the mill,He raised his paws, and danced his fill.Brave Master Fox, ’tis but your due,In all the world there’s none like you!A peck of corn he ground that day,Which on his back he bore away.He ate the village chickens brown,And trod the upland cornfields down.The fox lies on his shaggy side,His paws stretched out before him wide.Sable and fox this fall we’ll catch,And for my son I’ll make a match.Alas, this year no price they made:—My Hovhannes unmarried stayed!
The fox ran up into the mill,He raised his paws, and danced his fill.Brave Master Fox, ’tis but your due,In all the world there’s none like you!A peck of corn he ground that day,Which on his back he bore away.He ate the village chickens brown,And trod the upland cornfields down.The fox lies on his shaggy side,His paws stretched out before him wide.Sable and fox this fall we’ll catch,And for my son I’ll make a match.Alas, this year no price they made:—My Hovhannes unmarried stayed!
The fox ran up into the mill,He raised his paws, and danced his fill.Brave Master Fox, ’tis but your due,In all the world there’s none like you!
The fox ran up into the mill,
He raised his paws, and danced his fill.
Brave Master Fox, ’tis but your due,
In all the world there’s none like you!
A peck of corn he ground that day,Which on his back he bore away.
A peck of corn he ground that day,
Which on his back he bore away.
He ate the village chickens brown,And trod the upland cornfields down.
He ate the village chickens brown,
And trod the upland cornfields down.
The fox lies on his shaggy side,His paws stretched out before him wide.
The fox lies on his shaggy side,
His paws stretched out before him wide.
Sable and fox this fall we’ll catch,And for my son I’ll make a match.
Sable and fox this fall we’ll catch,
And for my son I’ll make a match.
Alas, this year no price they made:—My Hovhannes unmarried stayed!
Alas, this year no price they made:—
My Hovhannes unmarried stayed!
The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaThe Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaFrom Gower’s “Confesio Amantis.”The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of Armenia“Sche syh comende vnder þe lindeA womman vp an hors behinde.The hors on which sche rod was blak,Al lene and galled on þe back.”John Gower.
The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaThe Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of ArmeniaFrom Gower’s “Confesio Amantis.”The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of Armenia“Sche syh comende vnder þe lindeA womman vp an hors behinde.The hors on which sche rod was blak,Al lene and galled on þe back.”John Gower.
The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of Armenia
From Gower’s “Confesio Amantis.”
The Vision of Rosiphelee, Princess of Armenia
“Sche syh comende vnder þe lindeA womman vp an hors behinde.The hors on which sche rod was blak,Al lene and galled on þe back.”
“Sche syh comende vnder þe linde
A womman vp an hors behinde.
The hors on which sche rod was blak,
Al lene and galled on þe back.”
John Gower.