English Poems: Old English and middle English periods 450-1550Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1910 |
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Pàgina ix
... Robyn Hode 197 200 201 203 The VII . Fytte The VIII . Fytte The Hunting of the Cheviot Johnie Cock Jock o the Side 204 211 216 224 226 Sir Patrick Spens Sir Hugh , or The Jew's Daughter 231 232 The Three Ravens 234 Edward 235 The Twa ...
... Robyn Hode 197 200 201 203 The VII . Fytte The VIII . Fytte The Hunting of the Cheviot Johnie Cock Jock o the Side 204 211 216 224 226 Sir Patrick Spens Sir Hugh , or The Jew's Daughter 231 232 The Three Ravens 234 Edward 235 The Twa ...
Pàgina 204
... ROBYN HODE THE VII . FYTTE The kynge came to Notynghame , With knyghtes in grete araye , For to take that gentyll knyght And Robyn Hode , and yf he may . He asked men of that countrè After Robyn Hode , And after that gentyll knyght ...
... ROBYN HODE THE VII . FYTTE The kynge came to Notynghame , With knyghtes in grete araye , For to take that gentyll knyght And Robyn Hode , and yf he may . He asked men of that countrè After Robyn Hode , And after that gentyll knyght ...
Pàgina 205
... Robyn Hode , With eyen I myght hym se . ΙΟ 15 20 " And he that wolde smyte of the knyghtès hede , 25 And brynge it to me , He shall have the knyghtès londes , Syr Rycharde at the Le . " I gyve it hym with my charter , And sele it with ...
... Robyn Hode , With eyen I myght hym se . ΙΟ 15 20 " And he that wolde smyte of the knyghtès hede , 25 And brynge it to me , He shall have the knyghtès londes , Syr Rycharde at the Le . " I gyve it hym with my charter , And sele it with ...
Pàgina 206
... Robyn Hode , In what countrè that he were . But alway went good Robyn By halke and eke by hyll , And alway slewe the kyngès dere , And welt them at his wyll . Than bespake a proude fostere , That stode by our kyngès kne : " Yf ye wyll ...
... Robyn Hode , In what countrè that he were . But alway went good Robyn By halke and eke by hyll , And alway slewe the kyngès dere , And welt them at his wyll . Than bespake a proude fostere , That stode by our kyngès kne : " Yf ye wyll ...
Pàgina 207
... Robyn , Stondynge on the waye , And so dyde many a bolde archere , For soth as I you say . Robyn toke the kyngès hors , Hastely in that stede , And sayd , " Syr abbot , by your leve , A whyle ye must abyde . " We be yemen of this ...
... Robyn , Stondynge on the waye , And so dyde many a bolde archere , For soth as I you say . Robyn toke the kyngès hors , Hastely in that stede , And sayd , " Syr abbot , by your leve , A whyle ye must abyde . " We be yemen of this ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 130 - But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre...
Pàgina 245 - True Thomas he took off his hat, And bowed him low down till his knee : " All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven ! For your peer on earth I never did see.
Pàgina 127 - Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar A peire of bedes, gauded al with grene; And ther-on heng a broche of gold ful shene, 160 On which ther was first write a crowned A, And after, Amor vincit omnia.
Pàgina 141 - Everich a word, if it be in his charge, Al speke he never so rudeliche and large, Or ellis he moot telle his tale untrewe, Or feyne thyng, or fynde wordes newe.
Pàgina 123 - Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Pàgina 125 - Somtyme with the lord of Palatye Agayn another hethen in Turkye. And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys; And though that he were worthy, he was wys, And of his port as meeke as is a mayde. He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde In al his lyf unto no maner wight. He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
Pàgina 246 - And see ye not that braid braid road, That lies across that lily leven? That is the path of wickedness, Tho some call it the road to heaven. "And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. "But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see, For, if you speak word in Elflyn land, Ye'll neer get back to your ain countrie.
Pàgina 227 - THE king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine: "O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?" Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the kings richt kne: "Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor. That sails upon the se.
Pàgina 145 - His byle was blak, and as the jeet it shoon ; Lyk asure were his legges and his toon ; His nayles whiter than the lylye flour, And lyk the burned gold was his colour.
Pàgina 218 - For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be ; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne.