English Poems: Old English and middle English periods 450-1550Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1910 |
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Pàgina vii
... Song Springtime Ubi Sunt Qui ante Nos Fuerunt The Virgin's Song to Her Baby Christ MIDDLE ENGLISH METRICAL ROMANCES From The Lay of Havelok the Dane 88 པྤ 3 སྐྱསྡུ ཤྲུ 57 61 66 74 75 76 77 78 79 79 From Syr Gawayn and the Grene Knyght ...
... Song Springtime Ubi Sunt Qui ante Nos Fuerunt The Virgin's Song to Her Baby Christ MIDDLE ENGLISH METRICAL ROMANCES From The Lay of Havelok the Dane 88 པྤ 3 སྐྱསྡུ ཤྲུ 57 61 66 74 75 76 77 78 79 79 From Syr Gawayn and the Grene Knyght ...
Pàgina 8
... song of defeat - hell's thrall bewailing his sore . He held him fast , he who was strongest of men in might in the day of this life . The stronghold of earls would not for anything let the death- dealing comer go alive , nor deemed he ...
... song of defeat - hell's thrall bewailing his sore . He held him fast , he who was strongest of men in might in the day of this life . The stronghold of earls would not for anything let the death- dealing comer go alive , nor deemed he ...
Pàgina 12
... song . All the troop sat down . Then they saw along the water many of the worm - kind , strange sea - dragons , trying the channel , likewise nickers lying on headland - slopes , that often at morning time make a sorrowful raid on the ...
... song . All the troop sat down . Then they saw along the water many of the worm - kind , strange sea - dragons , trying the channel , likewise nickers lying on headland - slopes , that often at morning time make a sorrowful raid on the ...
Pàgina 14
... song on her head . Then the stranger found out that the battle - flasher would not bite , or harm her life , but the edge failed the chief at need ; ere this it went through many hand - meetings , often sheared a helmet , a doomed man's ...
... song on her head . Then the stranger found out that the battle - flasher would not bite , or harm her life , but the edge failed the chief at need ; ere this it went through many hand - meetings , often sheared a helmet , a doomed man's ...
Pàgina 23
... song , when his son hangs for a comfort to the raven and he cannot help him - old and infirm , can do nothing . Always is he reminded , each morning , of his child's passing away ; he cares not to await another heir in his burgs , when ...
... song , when his son hangs for a comfort to the raven and he cannot help him - old and infirm , can do nothing . Always is he reminded , each morning , of his child's passing away ; he cares not to await another heir in his burgs , when ...
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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.