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 ...
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,And seide, ' Multi ...
'I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
Treuthe herde telle herof, and to Piers senteTo taken his teme and tilien the erthe,And purchaced hym a pardoun a ...
' Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, ' I suffre yow no lenger.Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe.Kis hire,' quod ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wound;From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all ...
List thee, Wee One;See, thou art o' the hearth o' the loved o' me.So look thee; when thou hast seen ...
How long shall fortune faile me nowe,And harrowe me with fear and dread?How long shall I in bale abide,In misery ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
I read that once in AffricaA princely wight did raine,Who had to name Cophetua, As poets they did faine.From natures ...
Weland among the Wurmas / wandered in exile,A single-minded earl / he suffered hardship,He had for his comrades / care ...
If sound or strain in any lay of mine Not all unwelcome or unworthy be—If any pleasant measure lead the ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
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