Poetical Works with Poems Formerly Printed with His Or Attributed to Him, Volum 4G. Bell & sons, 1880 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 355 - Which as me thought was right a pleasant sight, And eke the briddes songe for to here, Would have rejoiced any earthly wight, And I that couth not yet in no manere Heare the nightingale of all the yeare, Ful busily herkened with herte and with eare, If I her voice perceive coud any where.
Pàgina 357 - If it had ones felt this savour sote. And as I stood and cast aside mine eie, I was ware of the fairest medler tree, That ever yet in all my life I sie...
Pàgina 360 - So great a noise of thundering trumpes blow, As though it should have departed the skie ; And after that within a while I sie, From the same grove whe,re the ladies come out, Of men of armes comming such a rout, As all the men on earth had been assembled In that place...
Pàgina 358 - That gave so passing a delicious smell, According to the eglentere full well. Whereof I had so inly great pleasure, That, as me thought, I surely ravished was Into Paradise, where my desire Was for to be...
Pàgina 371 - And for to sing they pained hem both as sore, As they had do of all the day before. And so these ladies rode forth a great pace, And all the rout of knightes eke in fere; And I that had seen...
Pàgina 354 - As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight [As I suppose] had more of hertis ese Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese,
Pàgina 336 - Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Pàgina 63 - Such plente grew there never in mede. Ful gay was al the ground, and queynt, And poudred, as men had it peynt. With many a fressh and sondri flour, That casten up ful good savour.
Pàgina 341 - As doon thise loveres in hir queynte geres, Now in the croppe, now doun in the breres, Now up, now doun, as boket in a welle.
Pàgina 16 - That it was May me thoughte tho, It is fyve yere or more ago ; That it was May, thus dremed me, In tyme of love and lolitee, That al thing ginneth waxen gay, For ther is neither busk nor hay In May, that it nil shrouded been, And it with newe leves wreen.