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 ...
The Bride and the Daughters of JerusalemThe Song of songs, which is Solomon's.Let him kiss me with the kisses of ...
Oh Fancy, hither bend thy flight,Hither steer thy car of light,Tho' its rainbow colours fleeEre they have shone a moment ...
ILOVE'S DAWNStill thine eyes haunt me; in the darkness now,The dreamtime, the hushed stillness of the night,I see them shining ...
D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse, That pretty little thing, That sits among the forest leaves, Beside the forest spring? Its fur is red ...
On that great, that awful day,This vain world shall pass away.Thus the sibyl sang of old,Thus hath holy David told.There ...
Our Father, when our loved one layWith her languid eyes half closed,When the darkening shadow of the graveOn her sunny ...
Except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.THE glow of sunset lingers yetUpon the city's distant ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow,Up which a wanderer clambers slow,'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd,Which rocks when ...
Of Guinevere from Arthur separate,And separate from Launcelot and the world,And shielded in the convent with her sin,As one draws ...
I.Night, with her power to silence day,Filled up my lonely room,Quenching all sounds but one that layBeyond her passing doom,Where ...
O THE long northern twilight between the day and the night, When the heat and the weariness of the world ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
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