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 ...
Thus I awaked and wroot what I hadde ydremed,And dighte me derely, and dide me to chirche,To here holly the ...
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,And seide, ' Multi ...
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;For I ...
'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 ...
Treuthe herde telle herof, and to Piers senteTo taken his teme and tilien the erthe,And purchaced hym a pardoun a ...
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I abouteAl in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;And frayned full ofte ...
Thus yrobed in russet I romed abouteAl a somer seson for to seke Dowel,And frayned ful ofte of folk that ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
On yonder hill a castle standes,With walles and towres bedight,And yonder lives the Child of Elle,A younge and comely knighte.The ...
Our king he kept a false stewarde,Sir Aldingar they him call;A falser steward than he was one,Servde not in bower ...
On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne,This sore battayle was doom'd to bee,Where manye a knighte cry'd, Well-awaye!Alacke, it was the ...
Go forth lytell boke, and do thy selfe presentUnto my yonge ladyes, & maydes of eche a statePrayenge them with ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
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