The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 04 (William Langland Poems)
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
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 ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
If the iuste mann seaven tymes eache daye Ohe Lorde dothe fall, what shall I saye? Of all iniuste moste sinfull manne My ...
WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wound;From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all ...
The righteste course in lyfe to keepe Is not to presse alwayes to runne With sayles vppe hoyste in the mayne deepe, Nor ...
Bruder, Bruder, halte mich!Warum kann ich denn nicht stehen?Warum kannst du denn nicht gehen?Bruder geh, ich fuehre dich.Sachte Bruder, stolperst ...
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 ...
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
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 ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
For sothe this was a Lord to drede,So sodeynly mad mon agast;Of gold and selver thei tok non hede,But out ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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