The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 18 (William Langland Poems)
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
SCENE I.CELMONDE, att BRYSTOWE.Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayneThrowe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites of goulde,Mee, happeless ...
The Argument.The south and North crownes ioynd by that great KingWho of all Kinges hea'uns blissinges most embraceHis works his ...
I Youth, when Fancie bare the sway, Within my peeuish braine:And Reasons lore by no meanes could My wanton will restraine:My gadding ...
As then, no winde at all there blew,No swelling cloude accloid the aire:The skie, like glasse of watchet hew,Reflected Phoebus' ...
CHORVS O gratyous Lorde, ohe sauyor dere, Our onelye hope and all our chere, Our presente ayde in euerye woe, Our hole defence agaynste ...
I am what, passion will: a stone, or tree: A mad Hercuba or sad Niobe. For who can see such ruines, and ...
The Heavens did mourne: The windes did grinne: These vapours blacke, Their rise did make, From the vast Ocean of our sinne: For from ...
Chirurgerie vvhose perfect lyght all other realmes do knovve,VVhose learned men vvith diligence, doth make it shyne and shovve,In our cost hath ...
I sing of horrors sad and dreadfull rage, Of stratagems wrought in the former age, Contagious vice, and in conclusion, ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
Let now each Meade with flowers be depainted, Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing:Roses yeeld foorth your smells so ...
Twice hath bright Cynthia wan'd, twice fill'd her round, Since England with continuall ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde, by conduct of some star doth make her way. whenas a ...
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