The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 04 (William Langland Poems)
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
I never seen no "red gods"; I dunno wot's a "lure";But if it's sumpin' takin', then Spring has got it ...
There is a hornet in the roomand one of us will have to goout the window into the lateAugust midafternoon ...
The boy lives on our Farm, he's not Afeard o' horses none!An' he can make 'em lope, er trot, Er rack, er ...
(Lope de Vega)
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
Woe worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande!For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;The worthyest prince that ever was borne,You hanged ...
Tum Rindle lope fro' the chimbley nook, As th' winter sun wur sinkin';Aw'm tire't o' keawrin' here i'th smooke, ...
Wrangle up your mouth-harps, drag your banjo out,Tune your old guitarra till she twangs right stout,For the snow is on ...
You kin talk about your racin' with your horses neck and neck--We have had one here in Cactus that's the ...
Yes, he used to be a cow hoss that was young and strong and fleetNow he stands alone, forgotten, in ...
When my trail stretches out to the edge of the skyThrough the desert so empty and bright,When I'm watchin' the ...
How dear to my heart was that old yellow slicker,I carried 'way back in my cowpunchin' days;'Twas stiff as a ...
You mind that old oven so greasy and black,That we hauled in a wagon or put in a pack.The biscuits ...
Gusty sheets o' rain a-fallin';Yellow slickers our attire;Wet, bedraggled longhorns bawlin';Cook a-cussin' at the fire.Grub all water-soaked and soggy;Foreman's temper ...
Saddle me up the Zebra Dun-Whoa, Zebe, whoa! Double-cinch the son of a gun-Whoa, till I bridle you, whoa! Foot ...
OVERHEAD the leaf-song, on the upland slope; Over that the azure, clean from base to cope; Belle the mare beside ...
Coffee and cigarettes in a clean cafe, forsythia lit like a damp match against a thundery sky drunk on its ...
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