The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 13 (William Langland Poems)
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;For I ...
'I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
Thus yrobed in russet I romed abouteAl a somer seson for to seke Dowel,And frayned ful ofte of folk that ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
"When the busy day is done,And my weary little oneRocketh gently to and fro;When the night winds softly blow,And the ...
The good BellairesDo not understand the conduct of this world's affairs.In fact they understood them so badlyThat they have had ...
"O WILD heart, track the land's perfume, Beach-roses and moor-heather! All fragrances of herb and bloom Fail, out ...
Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,Many a servant have ye put out of grace.I take my leve of your unstedefastnesse,For wel I ...
The little fish that in the stream doth fleet,With broad forth-stretched fins for his disport,Whenas he spies the fish's bait ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;The posies they are good to ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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