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 ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
IA hundred years! they're quickly fled, With all their joy and sorrow;Their dead leaves shed upon the dead, Their fresh ones sprung ...
The curtesies yee haue to me profest,The bounty great that doth from you proceed,Woulde make me deeme that day to ...
The pangues, the priuie mones, The inward secrete smarte,The griefes, the heauie grones, That vexe my dolefull heart,So plundge my life in ...
SCUTTLE, scuttle, little roach-How you run when I approach:Up above the pantry shelf,Hastening to secrete yourself.Most adventurous of vermin,How I ...
Who would believe that hard and arid stone,Which hath no principle of light nor heat,Doth in itself inactive fires secreteWith ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
But the artist sat the nude model on the table and moved her legs apart. The girl hardly resisted and ...
Black drips the ooze that you secrete on allThat Honour's burin graves or Love holds dear:At sacrifice you laugh, at ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
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