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 have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
THE featherd songster chaunticleerHan wounde hys bugle horne,And tolde the earlie villagerThe commynge of the morne.Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
Written three hundred years since.Be it right or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA ...
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke daleAnd the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.A lovely lady ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
SPRYTES of the bleste, the pious Nygelle sed,Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde.Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte ...
Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace. With pietous voys I crye ...
WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wound;From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
This wrecched worldes transmutacioun,As wele or wo, now povre and now honour,Withouten ordre or wys discreciounGoverned is by Fortunes errour.But ...
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere; Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun; Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere; Penalopee, ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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