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 ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
Thus all were satisfied, and day by day,For two sweet years a happy course was theirs;Happy, but yet the fortunate, ...
'This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gydeThat folwen us ech a foot' - thus this folk ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
A DEMOCRATIC ODEITHE WILD-BEESAll along the Brazos river,All along the Colorado,In the valleys and the lowlandsWhere the trees were tall ...
Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts, Both beautiful to see, and one-most holy; (From Siloa this, and this from ...
O thou who first uplifted in such darkSo clear a torch aloft, who first shed lightUpon the profitable ends of ...
O thou who first uplifted in such darkSo clear a torch aloft, who first shed lightUpon the profitable ends of ...
I Have heard sundry men oft times disputeOf trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.But if a man ...
When the horse has been unharnessed and we've flushed the old machine,And the water o'er the sluice is running evenly ...
A PLENTEOUS place is Ireland for hospitable cheer, Uileacan dubh O!Where the wholesome fruit is bursting from the yellow barley ear; Uileacan ...
I walk beside the prisoners to the road.Load on puffed load,Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,Lie barred or galled with ...
The little pitiful, worn, laughing faces,Begging of Life for Joy!I saw the little daughters of the poor,Tense from the long ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
(Canticles 6:13. Return, oh Shulamite, Return, Return)My dear, dear Lord, I know not what to say:Speech is too coarse a ...
Me let the world disparage and despise — As one unfettered with its gilded chains, As one untempted by its ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
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