The vision of Piers Plowman : a critical edition of the B-text / William Langland
| dc.contributor | Burnley, J.D. Department of English University of Sheffield Sheffield |
| dc.contributor.author | Langland, William, 1330?-1400? |
| dc.contributor.editor | Schmidt, A.V.C. (Aubrey Vincent Carlyle) |
| dc.coverage.placeName | London |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:53:57Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:53:57Z |
| dc.date.created | 1387 |
| dc.date.issued | 1989-11-30 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1367 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1367 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1367 |
| dc.description.abstract | Based on Trinity College Cambridge MS, B.15.17 |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 439 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English, Middle (1100-1500) |
| dc.language.iso | enm |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Oxford Text Archive |
| dc.rights.uri | https://ota.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/repository/xmlui/page/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | English literature -- 14th century |
| dc.subject.other | Parables |
| dc.title | The vision of Piers Plowman : a critical edition of the B-text / William Langland |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 454850 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 0-1499 |
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P,1 In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne,
P,2 I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were,
P,3 In habite as an heremite unholy of werkes,
P,4 Wente wide in this world wondres to here.
P,5 Ac on a May morwenynge on Malverne hilles
P,6 Me bifel a ferly, of Fairye me thoghte.
P,7 I was wery forwandred and wente me to reste
P,8 Under a brood bank by a bourne syde;
P,9 And as I lay and lenede and loked on the watres,
P,10 I slombred into a slepyng, it sweyed so murye.
P,11 Thanne gan I meten a merveillous swevene--
P,12 That I was in a wildernesse, wiste I nevere where.
P,13 A[c] as I biheeld into the eest an heigh to the sonne,
P,14 I seigh a tour on a toft trieliche ymaked,
P,15 A deep dale bynethe, a dongeon therinne,
P,16 With depe diches and derke and dredfulle of sighte.
P,17 A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene--
P,18 Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche,
P,19 Werchynge and wandrynge as the world asketh.
P,20 Somme putten hem to the plough, . . .
