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 ...
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
'I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
'This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gydeThat folwen us ech a foot' - thus this folk ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
Treuthe herde telle herof, and to Piers senteTo taken his teme and tilien the erthe,And purchaced hym a pardoun a ...
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke daleAnd the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.A lovely lady ...
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
Thus yrobed in russet I romed abouteAl a somer seson for to seke Dowel,And frayned ful ofte of folk that ...
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I abouteAl in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;And frayned full ofte ...
IN these our days of sentimentWhen youthful poets all lamentSome dear lost joy, some cruel maid;Old friendship changed and faith ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
Say (sweetest) whether thou didst use me well, If when in my hearts ...
Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,A stounde herkneth to my songOf duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,That maketh me ...
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt ...
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne soft{.e}, That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}, And driven away ...
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