The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 10 (William Langland Poems)
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
'This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gydeThat folwen us ech a foot' - thus this folk ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
A Claude Bectone, Dauphinoise.Si Amour n'?tait tant volage Ou qu'on le p?t voir en tel ?ge Qu'il s?t les labeurs ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
This, no song of an ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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