The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 17 (William Langland Poems)
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers ...
IIf thou canst bearStrong meat of simple truthIf thou durst my words compareWith what thou thinkest in my soul's free ...
Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of weeping and woe,And a cry of the heart in her mouth, And ...
A THOUSAND miles from land are we,Tossing about on the roaring sea;From billow to bounding billow cast,Like fleecy snow on ...
Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race; Their footsteps drag far, far below the height, And, unprevailing by their utmost might, Seem ...
A THOUSAND miles from land are we, Tossing about on the roaring sea; From billow to bounding billow cast, Like ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
Well: Death is a huge omnivorous Toad Grim squatting on a twilight road. He catcheth all that Circumstance Hath tossed ...
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