Автор: JOHN LYDGATE

Here begynneth the prolog of the holy seynt, Seynt Margarete, compendyously compiled in balade by Lidgate dan Johan, Monk of […]

… Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace. With pietous […]

1 Thorugh gladde aspectes of the god Cupid And ful accord of his moder deere, Ful oft sithes list aforne […]

TARYE no lenger; toward thyn heritage Hast on thy weye, and be of ryght good chere. Go eche day onward […]

For thought, constreint, and grevous hevines, For pensifhede and for heigh distres, To bed I went nou this othir nyght, […]

In May when Flora, the fressh lusty quene, The soyle hath clad in grene, rede, and white, And Phebus gan […]

In Feverier, whan the frosty moone Was horned, ful of Phebus firy lyght, And that she gan to reyse her […]

Prologue Whan brighte Phebus passed was the Ram Myd of Aprille and into Bole cam, And Satourn old with his […]

John Lydgate: The Disguising at Hertford Nowe folowethe here the maner of a bille by wey of supplicacon putte to […]

Lyk as the Bible makith mencioun, The original ground of devout offryng, Callyd of clerkys just decimacioun (In pleyn Ynglissh, […]