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 ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
Written three hundred years since.Be it right or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
Tell you I chyll, If that ye wyll A whyle be styll, Of a comely gyll That dwelt on a hyll: But she is not ...
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor theyWhom any pity warmes; He which did layRules to make Courtiers, ...
Take Heavy, Soft, Cold, and Drye;Clense him, and to Calx grind him subtily:Dissolve him in Water of the Wood;If thou ...
Phylida was a faire mayde,As fresh as any flowre;Whom Harpalus the herdman praydeTo be his paramour.Harpalus, and eke Corin,Were herdmen ...
CHORVS O gratyous Lorde, ohe sauyor dere, Our onelye hope and all our chere, Our presente ayde in euerye woe, Our hole defence agaynste ...
A wanton wenche vppon a colde daye With Snowe balles prouoked me to playe: But theis snowe balles soe hette my desyer That ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,And he was a squires son;He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,That lived in ...
Forth from my sad and darksome cell, Or from the deepe abysse of hell,Mad Tom is come into the world ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Hide not that sprouting lipp, nor kill The juicy bloome with bashfull skill: Know it is an amorous dewe That ...
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