The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 03 (William Langland Poems)
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
SCENE I.BRISTOWE.BIRTHA.Gentle Egwina, do notte preche me joie;I cannotte joie ynne anie thynge botte weere .Oh! yatte aughte schulde oure ...
THE featherd songster chaunticleerHan wounde hys bugle horne,And tolde the earlie villagerThe commynge of the morne.Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie ...
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste ...
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?To you no thyng it dyde ...
CHORVS O gratyous Lorde, ohe sauyor dere, Our onelye hope and all our chere, Our presente ayde in euerye woe, Our hole defence agaynste ...
Smaa Brudeterners Klynge I Mark og Eng og Lund Med Fugletunger synge I Festens glade Stund. En anden Pigeskare, Det stille Blomsterfolk, Har ingen Toner klare; Thi ...
Go lytle boke, get the acquaintaunceAmonge the louers of Gods wordeGeue them occasyon the same to auaunceAnd to make theyr ...
Lord, confound this surly sister, Blight her brow ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,A stounde herkneth to my songOf duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,That maketh me ...
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
O Tavern of the Golden Snail! Ten sous have I, so I'll regale; Ten sous your amber brew to sip ...
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