The Knightly Years

Out then went Sigurd, The great kings' well-loved, From the speech and the sorrow, Sore drooping, so grieving. Sore drooping, so grieving, That the shirt round about him, Of iron tings woven, From the sides brake asunder. Out then went Sigurd, The gr

Pastime With Good Company By Henry VIII [British Library Additional Ms. 31922, ff.14v-15] Pastime with good company I love and shall unto I die; Grudge who list, but none deny, So God be pleased thus live will I. For my pastance Hunt, song, and dance

Lords of nature come take our lives We don't deserve the promised land We're ready to embrace the end We've deceived our inherited legacy We've slaughtered all the forests We've turned all water black We've poisoned all air to breathe And made oursel