The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 19 (William Langland Poems)
Thus I awaked and wroot what I hadde ydremed,And dighte me derely, and dide me to chirche,To here holly the ...
Thus I awaked and wroot what I hadde ydremed,And dighte me derely, and dide me to chirche,To here holly the ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
IOf men, nay beasts; worse, monsters; worst of all,Incarnate fiends, English Italianate;Of priests, O no! mass-priests, priests-cannibal,Who make their Maker, ...
That you're a beast, and turn'd to grass,Is no strange news, nor ever was;At least to me, who once you ...
I who was once as great as Caesar,Am now reduc'd to Nebuchadnezzar;And from as fam'd a conquerorAs ever took degree ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
The whispering water rocks the reeds,And, murmuring softly, laps the weeds;And nurses there the falsest bloomThat ever wrought a lover's ...
The physical world itself is a fair thingFor who has eyes to see or ears to hear.To--day I fled on ...
ACROSS the trodden continent of years To shrines of long ago,My heart, a hooded pilgrim, turns with tears-- For could I knowThat ...
Now from Leander's place she rose, and found Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground; Which ...
ACT III. A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.PRIOR.So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealedAn ...
Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the leaves' generations, ...
Johannes, son of Gilbert, born At Warren Magna, com. Wigorn., Till one-and-twenty simple John, Cast his eyes on Alison ; ...
ONE ballade more before we say good-night, O dying Muse, one mournful ballade more! Then let the new men fall ...
Led by Wilhelm, as you tell,God has done extremely well;You with patronizing nodShow that you approve of God.Kaiser, face a ...
THE wine-flushed monarch slept--but in his ear An angel breathed--"Repent; or choose the flame Quenchless." In dread he woke, but ...
The earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, The Nations in their harness Go up against ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
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