Chaucer's Romaunt of the Rose: Troilus and Creseide, and the Minor Poems, Volum 2W. Pickering, 1846 |
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Pàgina 6
... never seene thing to be praised so derre , Nor under cloude blacke so bright a sterre , As was Creseide , they sayden everichone , That her behelden in her blacke wede , And yet she stood full lowe and still alone Behinde other folke in ...
... never seene thing to be praised so derre , Nor under cloude blacke so bright a sterre , As was Creseide , they sayden everichone , That her behelden in her blacke wede , And yet she stood full lowe and still alone Behinde other folke in ...
Pàgina 10
... never lasse mannish in seeming . And eke the pure wise of her meaning Shewed well , that men might in her gesse Honour , estate , and womanly noblesse . Tho Troilus , right wonder well withall , Gan for to like her meaning and her chere ...
... never lasse mannish in seeming . And eke the pure wise of her meaning Shewed well , that men might in her gesse Honour , estate , and womanly noblesse . Tho Troilus , right wonder well withall , Gan for to like her meaning and her chere ...
Pàgina 17
... never of him she would han take heed : For which him thought he felt his herte bleed , Ne of his woe ne durst he nought begin To tellen her , for all this world to win . But whan he had a space left from his care , Thus to himselfe full ...
... never of him she would han take heed : For which him thought he felt his herte bleed , Ne of his woe ne durst he nought begin To tellen her , for all this world to win . But whan he had a space left from his care , Thus to himselfe full ...
Pàgina 18
... never wight so fast : O mercie , deare herte , and helpe me from The death , for I , while that my life may last , More than my selfe woll love you to my last , And with some frendly look gladeth me swete , Though never more thing ye to ...
... never wight so fast : O mercie , deare herte , and helpe me from The death , for I , while that my life may last , More than my selfe woll love you to my last , And with some frendly look gladeth me swete , Though never more thing ye to ...
Pàgina 19
... er this betwixen thee and me , Ne doe thou never such a cruelte , To hiden fro thy friend so great a care , Wost thou not well that I am Pandare ? " I woll parten with thee all thy paine , B. I. 19 TROILUS AND CRESEIDE .
... er this betwixen thee and me , Ne doe thou never such a cruelte , To hiden fro thy friend so great a care , Wost thou not well that I am Pandare ? " I woll parten with thee all thy paine , B. I. 19 TROILUS AND CRESEIDE .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 267 - And in hymself he lough right at the wo Of hem that wepten for his deth so faste...
Pàgina 20 - If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?
Pàgina 269 - O moral Gower, this book I direct To thee, and to the philosophical Strode, To vouchsafe there need is to correct, Of your benignities and zeales good.
Pàgina 204 - And this on every god celestial I swere it yow, and ek on ech goddesse, On every nymphe and deite infernal, On satiry and fawny more and lesse, That halve goddes ben of wildernesse; And Attropos my thred of lif tobreste. If I be fals! now trowe me if yow leste!
Pàgina 345 - But al her letter writen I ne may, By order, for it were to me a charge, Her letter was right long, and therto large, But here and there, in rime I have it layd There as me thought that she hath wel sayd. She sayd, " The sailes commeth not again, Ne to the word there n'is no fey certain, But I wot why ye come not...
Pàgina 271 - So glad am I, whan that I have presence Of it, to doon it alle reverence, As she that is of alle floures flour...
Pàgina 149 - For of fortunes sharpe adversite, The worst kind of infortune is this, A man that hath been in prosperite, And it remember, whan it passed is.
Pàgina 271 - That in my bedde there daweth me no day, That I nam up and walking in the mede, To seen this floure ayenst the Sunne sprede, Whan it up riseth early by the morrow, That blisfull sight softeneth all my sorow...
Pàgina 339 - And therewithall she wept tenderly, And quoke for feare, pale and pitiously, Right as the lambe, that of the wolfe is bitten, Or as the culver, that of the egle is smitten...
Pàgina 280 - Envie is lavender of the court alway, For she ne parteth neither night ne day, Out of the house of Cesar, thus saith Dant, Who so that goeth algate she wol nat want.