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 ...
I.An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading ...
All things are full of God. Thus spokeWise Thales in the daysWhen subtle Greece to thought awokeAnd soared in lofty ...
All things are Hers. Concealed or manifest, Found or unfound, Her Spirit lives in each-Dumb till the Master-Soul its ...
The devil in hell gave a festival,And he called his imps from their wine—Called them up from the ruddy cup,And ...
Let us seek the modest May,She is down in the glen,Hiding and abidingFrom the common gaze of men,Where the silver ...
Hollow a grave where the willows wave,And lay him under the grasses,Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,And ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
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