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 ...
Written three hundred years since.Be it right or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA ...
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 ...
Thus yrobed in russet I romed abouteAl a somer seson for to seke Dowel,And frayned ful ofte of folk that ...
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I abouteAl in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;And frayned full ofte ...
In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonn{.e},I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep wer{.e};In habite ...
Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace;Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte;Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space;Dysdayns, dystres, exylyd cruelte;Wordys well ...
I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate Sythe first ye knew of my ...
When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob,With a saint at his chin and a seal at his fob,Shall ...
Vir ErnstNiks sal ooit weer wees soos dit daardie somer was:die water van die Spiegelgracht l(William Ewart Gladstone Louw)
WORSCHIPPE ye that loveris bene this May,For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne,And sing with us, Away, Winter, away! Cum, ...
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,For little Miss and Master'll be coming ...
Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,Many a servant have ye put out of grace.I take my leve of your unstedefastnesse,For wel I ...
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne soft{.e}, That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}, And driven away ...
Drie verse uit "Die Tuin van Proserpina"Die Juigende, die Sterke -Die dood sal hom ook raak;Nooit sal hy vlieg met ...
In somer when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full merry in feyre foresteTo here the ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
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