Piers Plowman The Prologue (b-text) Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 8 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

In a somer sesun whon softe was the sonn e	A
I schop me into a shroud as I a scheep wer e	A
In habite as an hermite unholy of werk e s	B
Wente I wyde in this world wondr e s to her e	A
Bote in a May e s morwnynge on Malverne hull e s	B
Me bifel a ferly of fairie me thought e	A
	-
I was wery forwandr e d and went e me to rest e	A
Undur a brod banke bi a bourn e sid e	A
And as I lay and leon e de and lok e de on the watr e s	B
I slumbr e de in a slepynge hit swy e d so muri e	A
Thenne gon I meeten a mervelous sweven	C
That I was in a wilderness e wuste I never wher e	A
And as I beheold into the est an heigh to the sonn e	A
I sauh a tour on a toft try e lyche i maket	D
A deop dal e bineoth e a dungun ther inn e	A
With deop dich and derk and dredful of sight e	A
A feir feld full of folk fond I ther bitwen e	A
Of all e maner of men the mene and the rich e	A
Worchinge and wandringe as the world asketh	E
	-
Summ e putten hem to the plough pleiden ful selden e	A
In settynge and in sowyng e swonken ful hard e	A
And wonnen that theos wasturs with glotonye distruen	C
And summ e putten hem to pruid e apparaylden hem ther after	F
In cuntenaunce of clothing e comen disgisid	D
To preyer e s and to penaunc e putten hem mony e	A
For love of ur Lord liv e den ful streit e	A
In hop e for to hav e hevene rich e bliss e	A
As ancr e s and hermyt e s that holdeth hem in heor e cell e s	B
Coveyt e not in cuntr eacute to cairen about e	A
For non likerous lyflod e heor e licam to ples e	A
And summ e chosen chaffar e to cheeven the bettr e	A
As hit semeth to ur e sight e that such e men thryveth	E
And summ e murthh e s to maken as munstrals cunn e	A
And get e gold with her e gle giltles I trow e	A
Bote japers and jangelers Judas children	C
Founden hem fantasy e s and fool e s hem maaden	C
And habbeth wit at heor e will e to worchen yif hem lust e	A
That Poul precheth of hem I dar not preoven heer e	A
Qui loquitur turpiloquium he is Lucifer e s hyn e	A
Bidders and beggers faste aboute eoden	C
Til heor bagg e s and heore balies weren bretful i crommet	D
Feyneden hem for heor e food e foughten att e al e	A
In glotony e God wot gon heo to bedd e	A
And ryseth up with ribaudy e this roberd e s knav e s	B
Sleep and sleughth e suweth hem ever e	A
	-
Pilgrimes and palmers plihten hem togeder e s	B
For to sech e Seint Jam e and seint e s at Room e	A
Wenten forth in heor e wey with mony wys e tal e s	B
And hedden lev e to lyen al heor e lyf aftir	F
Ermyt e s on an hep with hokid e stav e s	B
Wenten to Walsyngham and her e wenchis after	F
Gret e lobr e s and long e that loth weor e to swynk e	A
Clotheden hem in cop e s to beo knowen for bretheren	C
And summ e schopen hem to hermyt e s heore es e to hav e	A
	-
I fond there frer e s all the foure ordr e s	B
Prechinge the pepl e for profyt of heor e womb e s	B
Glosynge the Gospel as hem good liketh	E
For covetyse of cop e s construeth hit ill e	A
For monye of this maistr e s mowen clothen hem at lyking	G
For moneye and heor e marchaundi e meeten togeder e	A
Sethth e Charit eacute hath be chapmon and cheef to schriven lord e s	B
Mony ferly e s han bifall e in a few e yer e s	B
But Holychirche and heo hold e bet togeder e	A
The most e mischeef on mold e is mountyng up fast e	A
	-
Ther prechede a pardoner as he a prest wer e	A
And brought forth a bull e with bisschop e s sel e s	B
And seid e that himself might e asoylen hem all e	A
Of falsnesse and fastinge and of vouw e s i broken	C
The lewed e men levide him wel and lik e de his spech e	A
And comen up knelyng e to kissen his bull e	A
He bonch e de hem with his brevet and bler e d heore eiyen	C
And raught e with his rag e mon ring e s and broch e s	B
Thus ye yiveth our e gold glotonis to helpen	C
And leveth hit to losels that lecherie haunten	C
Weor e the bisschop i blesset and worth bothe his er e s	B
His sel shulde not be sent to deceyv e the pepl e	A
It is not al bi the bisschop that the boy e precheth	E
Bote the parisch prest and the pardoner part e the selver	F
That the por e peple of the parisch schulde have yif that heo ne weor e	A
Person e s and parisch prest e s playneth to heor e bisschops	B
That heor e parisch hath ben por e sethth e the pestilenc e tym e	A
To have a lycence and lev e at Londun to dwell e	A
To sing e ther for simony e for selver is swet e	A
	-
Ther hovide an hundret in houv e s of selk e	A
Serjauns hit semid e to serven att e barr e	A
Pleden for pens and pound e s the law e	A
Not for love of ur Lord unloseth heor e lipp e s on e s	B
Thou mightest beter meten the myst on Malvern e hull e s	B
Then geten a mom of heor e mouth til moneye weor e schew e d	A
	-
I saugh ther bisschops bold e and bachilers of divyn e	A
Bicoom e clerk e s of acount e the king for to serven	C
Erchedeken e s and denis that dignit eacute haven	C
To prech e the pepl e and por e men to feed e	A
Beon lopen to Londun bi leve of heor e bisschop e s	B
To ben clerk e s of the Kyng e s Bench e the cuntr eacute to schend e	A
	-
Barouns and burgeis and bond e men also	B
I saugh in that sembl eacute as ye schul heren aftur	F
Bakers bochers and breusters mony e	A
Wollen e websteris and weveris of lynen	C
Taillours tanneris and tokkeris both e	A
Masons minours and mony other craft e s	B
Dykers and delvers that don heor e ded e s ill e	A
And driveth forth the long e day with quot Deu vous sav e Dam Emm e quot	A
Cook e s and heor e knav e s cryen quot Hot e pi e s hot e	A
quot Good e gees and grys Go we dyn e go we quot	A
Taverners to hem told e the sam e tal e	A
With wyn of Osey e and win of Gaskoyn e	A
Of the Ryn and of the Rochel the rost to defy e	A
Al this I saugh slepynge and sev e sith e s mor e	A

William Langland

Piers Plowman The Prologue (b-text) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about Piers Plowman The Prologue (b-text) poem by William Langland

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets