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 ...
Poems about lerne (21 Poems)
The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 11 (William Langland Poems)
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,And seide, ' Multi ...
The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 20 (William Langland Poems)
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;For I ...
The Letter of Cupid (Thomas Hoccleve Poems)
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
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 ...
The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 06 (William Langland Poems)
'This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gydeThat folwen us ech a foot' - thus this folk ...
The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 08 (William Langland Poems)
Thus yrobed in russet I romed abouteAl a somer seson for to seke Dowel,And frayned ful ofte of folk that ...
Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Well (William Langland Poems)
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I abouteAl in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;And frayned full ofte ...
The Book of Phillip Sparrow (John Skelton Poems)
Pla ce bo, Who is there, who? Di le xi, Dame Margery; Fa, re, my, my, Wherfore and why, why? For the sowle of Philip Sparowe, That ...
Of all nacyons vnder the heuyn (John Skelton Poems)
[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste ...
The Pastime of Pleasure (Stephen Hawes Poems)
The good Dame Mercy with Dame CharyteMy body buryed full ryght humblyIn a fayre temple of olde antyquyte,Where was for ...
Timor Mortis Conturbat Me (John Awdelay Poems)
Lade, helpe. Jhesu, merce.Timor mortis conturbat me.Dred of deth, sorrow of synTrobils my hert full greuysly.My soule hit nyth with ...
Das Aufgehobene Gebot (Gotthold Ephraim Lessing Poems)
Elise. Siehst du Wein im Glase blinken, Lerne von mir deine Pflicht: Trinken kannst du, du kannst trinken; Doch betrinke dich nur nicht.Lysias. Wallt dein ...
The Wright’s Chaste Wife (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
The Maydens Dreme (Christopher Goodwyn Poems)
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
Anelida and Arcite (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
A Poem In Praise Of Lidgate (Benedict Burgh Poems)
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
The Prohemye of the Authour (Christopher Goodwyn Poems)
Beholde you yonge Ladyes, of hyghe parentageAnd you yonge virgyns, of eche degreHere is a pamphlet, euen mete for your ...
A Robyn, Jolly Robyn (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
A Robyn,Jolly Robyn,Tell me how thy leman doeth,And thou shalt knowe of myn."My lady is unkynde, perde."Alack! why is she ...
An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...