The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 13 (William Langland Poems)
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walkeIn manere of a mendynaunt ...
Thou that canst grieue because another smiles,and giue, to vndeseruing spirits, stilesWhich thou dost filch from gen'rous noble minds;because thy ...
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
Reueale (O tongue) the secretes of my thought,Tel forth the game that perfect friendship brings:Expresse what ioyes by her to ...
The Indian weed, withered quite,Green at noon, cut down at night,Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay,Thus thinke, then drinke ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
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