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 ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
'I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, And I opened the window to see,When every maiden went by with her spark But ...
The spring now come at lastTo Trees, Fields, to Flowres,And meadowes makes to tasteHis pride, while sad showresWhich from mine ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
The forward Youth that would appearMust now forsake his Muses dear,Nor in the Shadows singHis Numbers languishing.'Tis time to leave ...
PROMETHEUS (alone) O holy Aether, and swift-winged Winds, And River-wells, and laughter innumerous ...
(A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, When I against my self with thee partake? Do I not ...
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think ...
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ...
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
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