The Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Volum 12Bell and Daldy, 1866 |
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Pàgina 158
... Sende me grace to slepe and mete In my slepe somme certeyn sweven , Wher thorgh that I may knowe even Whethir my lorde be quyke or ded . ' 90 100 110 120 With that worde she henge doun the hed , And 158 THE BOKE OF THE DUCHESSE .
... Sende me grace to slepe and mete In my slepe somme certeyn sweven , Wher thorgh that I may knowe even Whethir my lorde be quyke or ded . ' 90 100 110 120 With that worde she henge doun the hed , And 158 THE BOKE OF THE DUCHESSE .
Pàgina 160
... somme lay naked in her bedde , And slepe whiles the dayes laste . This messager come fleynge faste , And cried , ' O how ! awake anoon ! ' Hit was for noght , there herde hym noon . ' Awake ! ' quod he , ' Who ys lythe there ? ' And ...
... somme lay naked in her bedde , And slepe whiles the dayes laste . This messager come fleynge faste , And cried , ' O how ! awake anoon ! ' Hit was for noght , there herde hym noon . ' Awake ! ' quod he , ' Who ys lythe there ? ' And ...
Pàgina 162
... somme wight ellis , I ne roghte who , To make me slepe , and have some reste , — I wil yive hym the alder - beste Yifte , that ever he abode hys lyve . And here onwarde , ryght now as blyve , Yif he wol make me slepe a lyte , Of downe ...
... somme wight ellis , I ne roghte who , To make me slepe , and have some reste , — I wil yive hym the alder - beste Yifte , that ever he abode hys lyve . And here onwarde , ryght now as blyve , Yif he wol make me slepe a lyte , Of downe ...
Pàgina 164
... somme of hem songe lowe , Somme high , and al of oon acorde . To telle shortly att oo word , Was never herde so swete a steven , But hyt hadde be a thynge of heven , So mery a soune , so swete entewnes , That , certes , for the toune of ...
... somme of hem songe lowe , Somme high , and al of oon acorde . To telle shortly att oo word , Was never herde so swete a steven , But hyt hadde be a thynge of heven , So mery a soune , so swete entewnes , That , certes , for the toune of ...
Pàgina 197
... somme , So criden , that to the sterres hit wente , And him to honouren dide al her entente . 20 30 Beforne this duke , in signe of victorie , The trompes come , and in his baner large , The ymage of Mars ; and in token of glorie , Men ...
... somme , So criden , that to the sterres hit wente , And him to honouren dide al her entente . 20 30 Beforne this duke , in signe of victorie , The trompes come , and in his baner large , The ymage of Mars ; and in token of glorie , Men ...
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Allas anoon avised ayein bokes chere Criseyde dede Demophon dere dethe Dido doon doun drede dreme dryve eche Eneas eyen fader fals fame floure folke fynde goon grace grete hath hede herde hevene hire honde Jason koude kynde kynge lady leve lord lyfe lyke lyve manere moche morwe myghte myn herte never noght noon nyght Pandarus peyne pleasaunce pleyne preve preye queene quene quod rede ryght saugh sawgh seyde seye seyn shal shippes sholde shulde sith slepe somme sone sorwe sothe soun speche speke sterte suster swete swich tellen thanne ther Theseus thilke thoo thou thought thow thyn thynge Tideus toke toune trewe Troilus trouthe trowe Troye tyme unto wele whan wight withouten wolde worde wroot wyfe wyght
Passatges populars
Pàgina 277 - I feyth and ful credence,' And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be...
Pàgina 74 - That al be that Criseyde was untrewe, That for that gilt she be not wrooth with me. Ye may hir gilt in othere bokes see ; And gladlier I wol wryten, if yow leste, Penelopees trouthe and good Alceste.
Pàgina 76 - And in hymself he lough right at the wo Of hem that wepten for his deth so faste...
Pàgina 278 - Of makynge ropen *, and lad awey the corn ; And I come after, glenyng here and there, And am ful glad yf I may fynde an ere Of any goodly word that ye han left.
Pàgina 76 - O yonge, fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with youre age, Repeyreth hom fro worldly vanyte, And of youre herte up casteth the visage To thilke God that after his ymage Yow made, and thynketh al nys but a faire This world, that passeth soone as floures faire.
Pàgina 28 - And thennes comth this eyr that is so soote*, That in my soule I feele it doth me boote. 'And...
Pàgina 281 - And Zepherus and Flora gentilly Yaf to the floures, softe and tenderly, Hire swoote breth, and made hem for to sprede, As god and goddesse of the floury mede; In...
Pàgina 277 - Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farewel my...
Pàgina 242 - This litel laste book thou gye! Nat that I wilne, for maistrye, Here art poetical be shewed; But, for the rym is light and lewed, Yit make hit sumwhat...
Pàgina 76 - Swich fyn hath, lo ! this Troilus for love ! Swich fyn hath al his grete worthynesse ! Swich fyn hath his estat real 1 above ! Swich fyn his lust, swich fyn hath his noblesse ! Swich fyn hath false worldes brotelnesse 2 ! And thus bigan his lovynge of Cryseyde, As I have told, and in this wise he deyde.