The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 18 (William Langland Poems)
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
I know a village in a far-off landWhere from a sunny, mountain-girdled plainWith tinted walls a space on either handAnd ...
Woe unto you, ye sons of pain that are this day in earth,Now cry for all your torment: now curse ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
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