The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 01 (William Langland Poems)
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke daleAnd the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.A lovely lady ...
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke daleAnd the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.A lovely lady ...
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
Phylida was a faire mayde,As fresh as any flowre;Whom Harpalus the herdman praydeTo be his paramour.Harpalus, and eke Corin,Were herdmen ...
A fole he is and voyde of reasonWhiche with one hounde tendyth to takeTwo harys in one instant and season;Rightso ...
Who so attempts to publish and display,Of Cupids thrals the strange & awkward fits,Doth seeke to count the sand amidst ...
To hope the beste or feare the worste Whiche is better harde to iudge iuste: For hopeinge good and happeninge soe Longe looked ...
As tree by frute and goulde by fyer, Soe shewed by talke is hartes desyer: Thye nature aye is knowen alsoe By choyse ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Devyde my tymes and rate my wretched howresFrom days to months, fro months to many yeers,And than compare my sweetest ...
Were beth they that biforen us weren,Houndes ladden and havekes beren, And hadden feld and wode?The riche levedies in hoere ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat, the hardest yron soone doth mollify: that with his heauy sledge he ...
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