The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 10 (William Langland Poems)
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,And seide, ' Multi ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
'This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gydeThat folwen us ech a foot' - thus this folk ...
Jab qata ki masafat e shab aaftaab neJalwa kiya sahar ke rukhe behijaab neDekha suwe falaq Shahe gardoon raqaab neMudh ...
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke daleAnd the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.A lovely lady ...
Jheelon se chaar paaye na uthte thay taaba shaamMaskan mein machliyoon ke samandar ka tha maqaamAahu jo kahile thay tou ...
Thus yrobed in russet I romed abouteAl a somer seson for to seke Dowel,And frayned ful ofte of folk that ...
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I abouteAl in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;And frayned full ofte ...
[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
I PASTORISettembre, andiamo. E' tempo di migrare.Ora in terra d'Abruzzi i miei pastorilascian gli stazzi e vanno verso il mare:scendono ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
IMPLORAZIONEEstate, Estate mia, non declinare!Fa che prima nel petto il cor mi scoppicome pomo granato a troppo ardore.Estate, Estate, indugia ...
I. 1. Youre two eyn will sle me sodenlyI may the beaute of them not sustene,So wendeth it thorowout my ...
Drunk, Lene Levi walkedIn the neighboring streets nightlyBack and forth, screaming, "auto."Her blouse was opened,So that one saw her fine, ...
Lene Levi went out in the evening,Mincing, her skirt bunched up,Through the long, empty streetsOf a suburb.And she spoke weeping, ...
Syn I fro love escaped am so fat, I nere thinke to ben in his prison lene; Syn I am ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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