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 ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke daleAnd the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.A lovely lady ...
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 ...
If the iuste mann seaven tymes eache daye Ohe Lorde dothe fall, what shall I saye? Of all iniuste moste sinfull manne My ...
Whie, holie Mother, whie dothe ruthlesse HondeThus smyte thie Gates of hoarie Majestie?Workynge rude Spoyle, wheere Scyence kepte her Stonde,Contente ...
The marchantes wishe the Lawyers trayne For hasarde smale and certeine gayne. The Lawyer dulled with sute and strife Wisshethe to lyue the ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
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 ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
The woefull lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime king Edward IV. his concubine. To the tune ...
In Bath a wanton wife did dwelle,As Chaucer he doth write,Who did in pleasure spend her dayes,And many a fond ...
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e}, Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal; ...
Come hither shepherd's swayne:"Sir, what do you require?"I praye thee, shewe to me thy name."My name is Fond Desire."When wert ...
Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,How this rose began to sprynge;Swych a rose to myn lykynge In ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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