The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 10 (William Langland Poems)
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
ITHE BRIDEWhere have You hidden Yourself,And abandoned me in my groaning, O my Beloved?You have fled like the hart,Having wounded ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burdenof putting out of mind the biographyof a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere,to ...
Oft as the leper's case I read,My own described I feel;Sin is a leprosy indeed,Which none but Christ can heal.Awhile ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
Twice one are two; twice two are four.I can still hear it floating thro' the old school door: Those childish ...
What is your want, perpetual invalidWhose fist is always beating on my breast'sBone wall, incurable dictator of my houseAnd breaker ...
Yes, I still rememberThe whole thing in a way;Edge and exactitude Depend on the day.Of all that prodigious sceneThere seems ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
I sit in an office at 244 Madison Avenue And say to myself You have a responsible job havenue? Why ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
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