The works of Geoffrey ChaucerMacmillan and Company, limited, 1904 - 771 pàgines |
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Pàgina 51
... quod this Absolon . Thanne make thee redy , ' quod she , ' I come anon , ' 3720 And unto Nicholas she seydė stille , ' Now hust and thou shalt laughen al thy fille . ' This Absolon doun sette hym on his knees , And seydė , I am lord at ...
... quod this Absolon . Thanne make thee redy , ' quod she , ' I come anon , ' 3720 And unto Nicholas she seydė stille , ' Now hust and thou shalt laughen al thy fille . ' This Absolon doun sette hym on his knees , And seydė , I am lord at ...
Pàgina 55
... quod Symkyn , ' by my lyf ! . And John also , how now ? what do ye heer ? ' . ' Symond , ' quod John , by God , nede has na peer , Hym boes serve hym - self that has na swayn , " Or elles he is a fool , as clerkės sayn . 4028 Oure ...
... quod Symkyn , ' by my lyf ! . And John also , how now ? what do ye heer ? ' . ' Symond , ' quod John , by God , nede has na peer , Hym boes serve hym - self that has na swayn , " Or elles he is a fool , as clerkės sayn . 4028 Oure ...
Pàgina 81
... quod she , if that I hadde a space , As I have noon , and namely in this place , Thanne wolde I telle a legende of my lyf , What I have suffred sith I was a wyf With myn housbonde , al be he of youre kyn . ' ' Nay , ' quod this monk ...
... quod she , if that I hadde a space , As I have noon , and namely in this place , Thanne wolde I telle a legende of my lyf , What I have suffred sith I was a wyf With myn housbonde , al be he of youre kyn . ' ' Nay , ' quod this monk ...
Pàgina 82
... quod he , ' all stille and softe , And lat us dyne as soone as that ye may , For by my chilyndre it is pryme of day . Gooth now , and beeth as trewe as I shal be . ' For , evermoore we moote stonde in drede Of hap and fortune in oure ...
... quod he , ' all stille and softe , And lat us dyne as soone as that ye may , For by my chilyndre it is pryme of day . Gooth now , and beeth as trewe as I shal be . ' For , evermoore we moote stonde in drede Of hap and fortune in oure ...
Pàgina 92
... Quod ouré Hostė , for thou makest me So wery of thy verray lewednesse That , also wisly God my soulė blesse , Min erės aken of thy drasty speche . Now swich a rym the devel I biteche ! This may wel be rym dogerel , ' quod he . ' Why so ? ' ...
... Quod ouré Hostė , for thou makest me So wery of thy verray lewednesse That , also wisly God my soulė blesse , Min erės aken of thy drasty speche . Now swich a rym the devel I biteche ! This may wel be rym dogerel , ' quod he . ' Why so ? ' ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 149 - But yet to me she wol nat do that grace, For which ful pale and welked is my face.
Pàgina 3 - But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre...
Pàgina 1 - And al was conscience and tendre herte. Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was ; Hir nose tretys ; hir eyen greye as glas ; Hir mouth ful smal, and ther-to softe and reed ; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed ; It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe; For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.
Pàgina 9 - Or feyne thyng, or fynde wordes newe. He may nat spare, althogh he were his brother ; He moot as wel seye o word as another. Crist spak hymself ful brode in hooly writ, And wel ye woot no vileynye is it.
Pàgina 148 - it nedeth never a deel, It was me toold er ye cam heere two houres; He was, pardee, an old felawe of youres, And sodeynly he was y-slayn to-nyght, For-dronke, as he sat on his bench upright; Ther cam a privee theef, men clepeth Deeth...
Pàgina 584 - 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...
Pàgina 87 - This were a popet in an arm t'enbrace For any womman, smal and fair of face. He semeth elvyssh by his contenaunce, For unto no wight dooth he daliaunce. 704 "Sey now somwhat, syn oother folk han sayd. Telle us a tale of myrthe, and that anon." "Hooste," quod I, "ne beth nat yvele apayd, For oother tale certes kan I noon, But of a rym I lerned longe agoon.
Pàgina 9 - For wel he wiste, whan that song was songe, He moste preche, and wel affile his tonge To wynne silver, as he ful wel koude ; Therefore he song the murierly and loude.
Pàgina 136 - He moste winke, so loude he wolde cryen, And stonden on his tiptoon ther-with-al, And strecche forth his nekke long and smal. And eek he was of swich discrecioun, That ther nas no man in no regioun That him in song or wisdom mighte passe. I have wel rad in daun Burnel the Asse...
Pàgina 135 - That thou into that yerd flough fro the bemes! Thou were ful wel y-warned by thy dremes That thilke day was perilous to thee.