The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 03 (William Langland Poems)
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
Little Birds are diningWarily and well,Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waitersGorgeous in their gaiters-I've a Tale to ...
So now is come our joyful'st feast, Let every man be jolly. Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with ...
Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's LordSayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;And would fill each Sunday with gloom ...
The Scottish hinds, too poor to houseIn frosty nights their starving cows,While not a blade of grass or hayAppears from ...
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies,Good housewives now may say,For now foul sluts in dairiesDo fare as well as they.And though they ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered treesHenry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk.Over across them look out,tranquil, the ...
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;As tumbled over rim in roundy wellsStones ring; like each tucked string tells, each ...
Vacation's gone -- and pleas and strifeBegin to blossom into life; And Westminster is overflownWith wit peculiarly its own;Chief justices ...
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string ...
WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a breach, And Parsons practise what they preach; Then Little Boney he'll pounce down, And ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
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