The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 14 (William Langland Poems)
'I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
'I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came;She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the sameSince ...
'O Listen! listen and I'll tell yeHow this fair maid's play'd her part :--First she vow'd and promis'd to me,Now ...
Around, the stillness deepened; then the grainWent wild with wind; and every briery laneWas swept with dust; and then, tempestuous ...
1.-THE NOMINATIONVHEN ash de var vas ober, und Beace her shnow-wice vings Vas vafin' o'er de coondry (in shpodts) like ...
D'VAS near de state of Nashfille, In de town of Tennessee, Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd Mit all his cavallrie. ...
I. PROLOGUE.HERR SCHNITZERL make a ph'losopede, Von of de pullyest kind; It vent mitout a vheel in front, And hadn't ...
ID vas on Weihnachtsabend - Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call- Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik Hall; ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight - amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as ...
DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored ...
DERE woned once a studente, All in der Stadt Paris,Whom jeder der ihn kennte, Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. He roosted ...
GOTTS blitz! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod! Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth? Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain, Trowin ...
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
HE sits in bivouacke, By fire, peneat' de drees; A pottle of champagner Held shently on his knees; His lange ...
SHE casts a spell, oh, casts a spell! Which haunts me more than I can tell. Dearer, because she makes ...
In the heicht o' the foraySir Raif got a clour,Sir Raif the regairdless,In battle sae dour.O cleanly the saddleThey ca'ed ...
As I gang roon' the kintra-sideAmang the young an' auld,I marvel at the things I seeAn' a' the lees I'm ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: "That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' -- it makes ...
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