English Poems: Old English and middle English periods 450-1550Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1910 |
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Pàgina 40
... doth every one of dwellers here who seek Him for their help with understanding and with righteous faith . She became then free in mind - hope was renewed for the holy one . She took the heathen man fast by his hair , tugged him toward ...
... doth every one of dwellers here who seek Him for their help with understanding and with righteous faith . She became then free in mind - hope was renewed for the holy one . She took the heathen man fast by his hair , tugged him toward ...
Pàgina 50
... doth hwile he may , hit schal him sore reowe , Hwenne alle men repen schule that heo ear seowe . Doth to Gode that ye muwen the hwile ye beoth alyve ; Ne lipne no mon to muchel to childe ne to wyve . The him seolve for - yet for wive ...
... doth hwile he may , hit schal him sore reowe , Hwenne alle men repen schule that heo ear seowe . Doth to Gode that ye muwen the hwile ye beoth alyve ; Ne lipne no mon to muchel to childe ne to wyve . The him seolve for - yet for wive ...
Pàgina 54
... doth me same , And thar - vore ich habbe grame . And yef ye wolleth me wreke 105 Of [ hire ] withere dedes , Ich you wolle geve Geftes swithe deore . " Tho saide Hengest , " Al hit sal iworthe thus . " 110 Hengest nam lefve , And to ...
... doth me same , And thar - vore ich habbe grame . And yef ye wolleth me wreke 105 Of [ hire ] withere dedes , Ich you wolle geve Geftes swithe deore . " Tho saide Hengest , " Al hit sal iworthe thus . " 110 Hengest nam lefve , And to ...
Pàgina 60
... doth on Irish prest ; Ich singe an eve , a rihte time , 115 And seoththe won hit is bed - time , The thridde sithe at middelnihte , And so ich mine song adihte Wone ich i - seo arise veorre Other dai - rim other dai - sterre . Ich do ...
... doth on Irish prest ; Ich singe an eve , a rihte time , 115 And seoththe won hit is bed - time , The thridde sithe at middelnihte , And so ich mine song adihte Wone ich i - seo arise veorre Other dai - rim other dai - sterre . Ich do ...
Pàgina 77
... The fenyl ant the fille ; Wowes this wilde drakes ; Miles murgeth huere makes ; ΙΟ 15 20 Ase strem that striketh stille , Mody meneth , so doth mo , Ichot ycham on EARLY MIDDLE ENGLISH POEMS 77 Lenten ys come with love to toune.
... The fenyl ant the fille ; Wowes this wilde drakes ; Miles murgeth huere makes ; ΙΟ 15 20 Ase strem that striketh stille , Mody meneth , so doth mo , Ichot ycham on EARLY MIDDLE ENGLISH POEMS 77 Lenten ys come with love to toune.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
agayn anon Beowulf Byrhtnoth clere comune coude Cresseid daye Dedes dere Dethe doth doun drede dyde eche Everyman Fair Annet fayre Felawshyp frende fynde Geats gold grene grete gyve hast hath heaven hede Hengest herte honde Hrothgar Hygelac Kemp Owyne Knowlege knyght kylle kynde kynge leve loke Lord lyke lyve mede mery mither moche mony moost mordred myght mynde never noght Pardoner Pedler Persè Poticary pray praye quhat Quhen quod rede rekenynge Robyn ryche ryght sayd saye Saynt schal sche scho Scyldings seyde shal sholde sone song sonne sore soth soule speke swete swich thair thane thanne thay thee thenne ther Therfore theyr thou thre thynge trewe twa sisters Tyll tyme unto watz whan wolde word wyll wyth ΙΟ
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.