The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 12 (William Langland Poems)
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
SOMEWHERE I read a strange, old, rusty taleSmelling of war; most curiously namedThe Mad Recreant Knight of the West.Once, you ...
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, ...
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and ...
The chauns of loue and eke the peyn of Amoryus, the knygt, For Cleopes sake, and eke how bothe in fere Louyd ...
As verily as Adam created firste his God So verily he tasted not, the fruite that was forbo As verily as Abell, ...
When ragyng loue with extreme payne Most cruelly distrains my hart: When that my teares, as floudes of rayne, Beare witnes of my ...
The soule in loue desires continence, And to lyue chaste, euer in goddes syght The body by kyndely experience Desirs a wife, to ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
When heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away ...
Sing me the men ere thisWho, to the gate that isA cloven pearl uprapt,The big white bars betweenWith dying eyes ...
Though meadow-ways as I did tread,The corn grew in great lustihead,And hey! the beeches burgeoned.By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!It ...
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 ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, ...
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