English Poems: Old English and middle English periods 450-1550Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1910 |
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Pàgina 6
... brought up : but they had learned that , ere this , slaughter - death had taken off far too many Dane - folk in the wine - hall . But the Lord gave them webs of war - speed , gave to the Weder - folk comfort and help , 6 ENGLISH POEMS.
... brought up : but they had learned that , ere this , slaughter - death had taken off far too many Dane - folk in the wine - hall . But the Lord gave them webs of war - speed , gave to the Weder - folk comfort and help , 6 ENGLISH POEMS.
Pàgina 15
... brought about war - victory- the Ruler of the heavens easily judged it aright . Afterwards he stood up again . Then he saw among the armor a bill rich in victories , an old sword of eotens , with doughty edges , the worship of warriors ...
... brought about war - victory- the Ruler of the heavens easily judged it aright . Afterwards he stood up again . Then he saw among the armor a bill rich in victories , an old sword of eotens , with doughty edges , the worship of warriors ...
Pàgina 17
... brought it to pass that there shall be friend- ship between the folk , Geat - people and Spear - Danes , and strife shall rest , foemen - hatreds that they erewhile went through . While I wield the wide realm there shall be treasures ...
... brought it to pass that there shall be friend- ship between the folk , Geat - people and Spear - Danes , and strife shall rest , foemen - hatreds that they erewhile went through . While I wield the wide realm there shall be treasures ...
Pàgina 19
... brought bane to Heardred , when among his victory - people the hardy war - wolves , Battle - Scylfings , sought him , beset with spite the nephew of Hereric - after that the broad realm went to Beowulf's hand . He ruled well for fifty ...
... brought bane to Heardred , when among his victory - people the hardy war - wolves , Battle - Scylfings , sought him , beset with spite the nephew of Hereric - after that the broad realm went to Beowulf's hand . He ruled well for fifty ...
Pàgina 23
... brought upon him , he gave up the joy of men , chose God's light . When he went from life he left to his sons , as a rich man does , the land and the folk - burg . Then was there hatred and strife between Swedes and Geats , a struggle ...
... brought upon him , he gave up the joy of men , chose God's light . When he went from life he left to his sons , as a rich man does , the land and the folk - burg . Then was there hatred and strife between Swedes and Geats , a struggle ...
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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.