The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 13 (William Langland Poems)
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
'This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gydeThat folwen us ech a foot' - thus this folk ...
So Diamonds sparkle, and thy Mistriss eyes;When tis not Fire but light in either flyes.Beauty not thaw'd by lustful flames ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
Expect not (lovely Cynthia) yet from me Lines like thy fairest selfe, so ...
Oh! sadly sing my weeping Muse 'Till Echo mourn again; An honest Tallow-Chandler's dirge, Should be a melting strain. Although ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
VEnemous toung tipt with vile adders sting, Of that selfe kynd with which the Furies tell theyr snaky heads doe ...
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