The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 20 (William Langland Poems)
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;For I ...
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;For I ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
Bewailing in my chamber thus allone, Despeir{.e}d of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone, Unto the wyndow gan ...
...Bewailing in my chamber thus allone,Despeir{.e}d of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone,Unto the wyndow gan ...
In Britain's Isle and Arthur's days,When Midnight Faeries daunc'd the Maze,Liv'd Edwin of the Green;Edwin, I wis, a gentle Youth,Endow'd ...
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rocketsof quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,putting their malethings in any ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
I niver heerd its name; we call it just "Our beck." Mebbe, there's bigger streams down Ripon way; ...
Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca, I'm fain to see thee here, A Devon lass to fill my glass ...
Wynter wakeneth al my care,Nou thise leves waxeth bare;Ofte I sike and mourne sareWhen hit cometh in my thohtOf this ...
Eh! Thoo's a seet wi' thi bandaged headAn' collar-bone broke! Why do lads playSike gaumless games? Coom thi ways to ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
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