The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 11 (William Langland Poems)
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,And seide, ' Multi ...
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,And seide, ' Multi ...
What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke daleAnd the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe.A lovely lady ...
W'y, Sam, I'se glad to see you, I sho' is fur ur fac';W'y, man, hit teks de lameness right outn' ...
Some called it the Summer of Love, & although the clustered,Motionless leaves that overhung the streets looked the sameAs ever, ...
De axes has been ringin' in de woods de blessid day, An' de chips has been a-fallin' fa' an' thick; Dey has ...
OH, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah,An' de plow's a-tumblin' down in de fiel',While de whippo'will's a-wailin' lak a mou'nahWhen ...
P:The statistician and the poet need each other,But not yet.S:You need us now.Without a theory of probabilityTo guide you -P:Not ...
"SUNSHINE on de medders,Greenness on de way;Dat's de blessed reasonI sing all de day."Look hyeah! Whut you axin'?Whut meks me ...
Qua si fa elmi.Here helms and swords are made of chalices: The blood of Christ is sold so much the quart: His ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
I doubt if King JohnWas a sine qua non.I could rather imagine itOf any other Plantagenet.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu. Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini, Et certant foliis ...
Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit, At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt. In eandem Reginae Sueciae transmissam Bellipotens ...
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