The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 17 (William Langland Poems)
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
Preface.Hark, dying mortal, if the Sonnet proveA song of living and immortal love,'Tis then thy grand concern the theme to ...
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name,Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame!Oh! could that spirit, which thy ...
SCENE I. A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
OPPRESSION! thou, whose hard and cruel chain,Entails on all thy victims woe and pain;Who gives with tyrant force and scorpion ...
The Fruits of the Believer's Marriage with Christ, particularly gospel-holiness and obedience to the Law as a rule.Sect. I.The sweet ...
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.Before his arm, around the ...
When summer's hot and sultry raysAre burdening our summer days,And men and beast are sore oppress'd,And vainly sigh and pant ...
Part One[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly ...
Earth regained,And lone sea--shore where the great waves come inFrothed like a horse put to his heart--burst speed,Sobbing up--hill, note ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
I.Sweet rural scene!Of flocks and green!At careless ease my limbs are spread;All nature stillBut yonder rill;And listening pines not o'er ...
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
"_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_ _Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_ _Yet oft his courtesies are smoother ...
The plaint and the advice of Dives hear,From hell's hot furnace, and outrageous flame,To his five brethren, and his kinsfolk ...
I.How lovely doth the universe appear!And how refulgent shine those glorious orbsThat round the sun their evolutions make!As well as ...
Content.See Discontent.Let the rich Miser gather golden Gain,And live the large Possessor of the Plain:Whom Fears perpetual scare with neighb'ring ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
I who was once as great as Caesar,Am now reduc'd to Nebuchadnezzar;And from as fam'd a conquerorAs ever took degree ...
HOW lovely, Evening, is thy parting smile!The twilight softness of thy glowing skyMay well the poet's pensive dream beguile,And kindle ...
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
This is a very pleasant sight,—The Moslems thronging to the squareThat lies before their house of prayer!Through narrow streets, that ...
PREFACE.My early mistress, now my ancient Muse,That strong Circaean liquor cease t'infuse,Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youth,Now stoop with disenchanted ...
I STOOD upon a mountain, lip to lipWith rosy morning, and her breathing cameRefreshingly upon my fever'd brow;I felt my ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
FAR in the west, where still the red man heldHis rights unrifled, dwelt an aged chief,With his young daughter. Joyous ...
Let ev'ry Christian, who wou'd chuse to knowHow he shou'd to God's blessed table go,These precepts learn, and in his ...
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