English Poems: Old English and middle English periods 450-1550Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1910 |
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Pàgina 10
... dwell in the dreadful water , the cold streams , after Cain became sword- slayer of his only brother , his father's son - then went the guilty one , marked with murder , fleeing man's mirth , and dwelt in the waste . Thence woke many a ...
... dwell in the dreadful water , the cold streams , after Cain became sword- slayer of his only brother , his father's son - then went the guilty one , marked with murder , fleeing man's mirth , and dwelt in the waste . Thence woke many a ...
Pàgina 34
... dwell among groves of wood , under an oak - tree in the earth - cavern ; old is this earth - hall - I am all filled with longing ; dim are the dells , high the downs , bitter the burg - towns , overgrown with briers , a joy- less ...
... dwell among groves of wood , under an oak - tree in the earth - cavern ; old is this earth - hall - I am all filled with longing ; dim are the dells , high the downs , bitter the burg - towns , overgrown with briers , a joy- less ...
Pàgina 40
... dwell for ever and ever forth without end in that dark home , without joy of hope . So had Judith gained very great glory in war , as God granted her , King of the sky , Who lent her victory . Then the wise maid quickly brought the ...
... dwell for ever and ever forth without end in that dark home , without joy of hope . So had Judith gained very great glory in war , as God granted her , King of the sky , Who lent her victory . Then the wise maid quickly brought the ...
Pàgina 211
... dwell with me . " " I make myn avowe to God , " sayd Robyn , " And ryght so shall it be . " I wyll come to your courte , Your servyse for to se , 250 And brynge with me of my men Seven score and thre . " But me lyke well your servyse ...
... dwell with me . " " I make myn avowe to God , " sayd Robyn , " And ryght so shall it be . " I wyll come to your courte , Your servyse for to se , 250 And brynge with me of my men Seven score and thre . " But me lyke well your servyse ...
Pàgina 214
... dwell fro me . " " Gramercy , lorde , " then sayd Robyn , And set hym on his kne : He toke his leve full courteysly ; To grene wode then went he . Whan he came to grenè wode , In a mery mornynge , There he herde the notès small Of ...
... dwell fro me . " " Gramercy , lorde , " then sayd Robyn , And set hym on his kne : He toke his leve full courteysly ; To grene wode then went he . Whan he came to grenè wode , In a mery mornynge , There he herde the notès small Of ...
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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.