Incipit liber de Petro Plowman
In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne
I shope me in shroudes as I a shepe were;
In habite as an hermite vnholy of workes
Went wyde in this world wonders to here.
Ac on a May mornynge on Maluerne hulles
Me byfel a ferly, of fairy me thougt:
I was very forwandred and went me to rest
Vnder a brode bank bi a bornes side
And as I lay and lened and looked in the wateres
I slombred in a slepying, it sweyued so merye.
William Langland (perhaps c.1330 - c.1386)
(Prologue of the B text as found in Bodleian MS. Laud 581, 1377-1379)
The first book of Piers the Ploughman
In a summer season, when pleasant was the sun
I dressed myself in the clothes of a shepherd;
In the habit of a not so holy hermit,
I went out wide in the world wonders to hear.
On a May morning on the Malvern hills
I fell across the land of fairy I thought:
I was very lost and I went to rest
Under a broad bank on the side of a bourne
And as I lay I leaned and looked into the water,
I slumbered and slept, it sounded so pleasant.
(My translation)
In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne
I shope me in shroudes as I a shepe were;
In habite as an hermite vnholy of workes
Went wyde in this world wonders to here.
Ac on a May mornynge on Maluerne hulles
Me byfel a ferly, of fairy me thougt:
I was very forwandred and went me to rest
Vnder a brode bank bi a bornes side
And as I lay and lened and looked in the wateres
I slombred in a slepying, it sweyued so merye.
William Langland (perhaps c.1330 - c.1386)
(Prologue of the B text as found in Bodleian MS. Laud 581, 1377-1379)
The first book of Piers the Ploughman
In a summer season, when pleasant was the sun
I dressed myself in the clothes of a shepherd;
In the habit of a not so holy hermit,
I went out wide in the world wonders to hear.
On a May morning on the Malvern hills
I fell across the land of fairy I thought:
I was very lost and I went to rest
Under a broad bank on the side of a bourne
And as I lay I leaned and looked into the water,
I slumbered and slept, it sounded so pleasant.
(My translation)
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