William Langland Poems
- The Vision Of Piers Plowman - ... Ac after my wakynge it ...
- Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Wel... Thus y-robed in russet . ...
- The Vision Of Piers Plowman - ... What this mountaigne ...
- Piers Plowman The Prologue (B-... In a somer sesun, ...
- The Vision Of Piers Plowman - ... Now is Mede the mayde ...
- The Vision Of Piers Plowman - ... 'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' ...
- The Vision Of Piers Plowman - ... Treuthe herde telle ...
William Langland was born in 1332, probably at Ledbury near the Welsh marshes and may have gone to school at Great Malvern Priory. Although he took minor orders he never actually became a priest.
Having later moved to London he apparently eked out his living by singing masses and copying documents. His great work, Piers Plowman, or, more precisely, The Vision of William concerning Piers the Plowman, is an allegorical poem in unrhymed alliterative verse, regarded as the greatest Middle English poem prior to Chaucer. It is both a social satire and a vision of the simple Christian life. The poem consists of three dream visions:
(1) in which Holy Church and Lady Meed ... more »
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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 15
Ac after my wakynge it was wonder longe
Er I koude kyndely knowe what was Dowel.
And so my wit weex and wanyed til I a fool weere;
And some lakked my lif - allowed it fewe -
And leten me for a lorel and looth to reverencen
Lordes or ladies or any lif ellis -
As persons in pelure with pendaunts of silver;
To sergeaunts ne to swiche seide noght ones,
' God loke yow, lordes!' - ne loutede faire,
That folk helden me a fool; and in that folie I raved,
Til reson hadde ruthe on me and rokked me aslepe,
Til I seigh, as it sorcerie were, a sotil thyng ...