The Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: Of Queen Annelida and false Arcite. The complaint of the Black Knight. A praise of women. The house of fame. The complaint of Mars and Venus. Of the cuckow and the nightingale. The court of love. Chaucer's dream. The flower and the leaf. Minor poemsW. Pickering, 1845 |
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Pàgina 6
... Mercy cruell herte mine Arcite . " And thus endureth , til that she was so mate That she ne hath foot , on which she may sustene , But forth languishing ever in this estate , Of which Arcite hath neyther routhe ne tene , His 6 151 . Of ...
... Mercy cruell herte mine Arcite . " And thus endureth , til that she was so mate That she ne hath foot , on which she may sustene , But forth languishing ever in this estate , Of which Arcite hath neyther routhe ne tene , His 6 151 . Of ...
Pàgina 10
... gilte , me needeth no witnesse . " And should I pray , and weiven womanhede , Nay rather death , than do so foule a dede , And aske mercy and giltlesse , what nede , And if I plaine what life I lede , You Of Queen Annelida 273 .
... gilte , me needeth no witnesse . " And should I pray , and weiven womanhede , Nay rather death , than do so foule a dede , And aske mercy and giltlesse , what nede , And if I plaine what life I lede , You Of Queen Annelida 273 .
Pàgina 11
... mercy sweete , if I missay , Have I aught said out of the way , I n'ot , my witte is all away , I fare as doth the songe of chantepleure , For now I plaine , and now I play , I am so mased that I dey , Arcite hath borne away the key Of ...
... mercy sweete , if I missay , Have I aught said out of the way , I n'ot , my witte is all away , I fare as doth the songe of chantepleure , For now I plaine , and now I play , I am so mased that I dey , Arcite hath borne away the key Of ...
Pàgina 21
... mercy let , Hath made dispite new his swerde to whet " Against me , and his arowes to file , To take vengeaunce of wilfull cruelte , And tonges false through hir sleightly wile , Han gonne a werre that will not stinted be , And false ...
... mercy let , Hath made dispite new his swerde to whet " Against me , and his arowes to file , To take vengeaunce of wilfull cruelte , And tonges false through hir sleightly wile , Han gonne a werre that will not stinted be , And false ...
Pàgina 22
... mercy murdred innocence . " Now God that art of trouth soveraine , And seest how I lie for trouth bound , So sore knit in loves firie chaine , [ wound , Even at the death through girte with many a That likely are never for to sound ...
... mercy murdred innocence . " Now God that art of trouth soveraine , And seest how I lie for trouth bound , So sore knit in loves firie chaine , [ wound , Even at the death through girte with many a That likely are never for to sound ...
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The Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: Of Queen Annelida and false Arcite ... Geoffrey Chaucer Visualització completa - 1852 |
The Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: Of Queen Annelida and false Arcite ... Geoffrey Chaucer Visualització completa - 1852 |
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Annelida anone Arcite avised ayen beauty behold chere clere commaundement complaine coud Court of Love cuckow daunce death dede delite dere doth drede echone entent everichone evermore eyen faine faire false fame fast fele fere ferre floures folke fresh gentilnesse glad goeth grace graunt grene hast hath herte hond honour hote House of Fame king king of love knight lady laurer leve liche lord lovers lust lusty manere mede mercy moch mote never nought paine pity plaine pleasaunce pray prince queene quene quod rede remembraunce saine saint Valentines servaunt shewed sight sing sith soch song sore sorrow sothe soveraine statute Sunne tell thee thine thing thou thought trew trouth trow unto Venus vertue wele whan Wherefore wight wise wist withouten wofull wold woll wonder word wost wote yede yeve ywis
Passatges populars
Pàgina 69 - cast up thyne eye, See yonder lo, the galaxie, The which men clepe the milky way, For it is white : and some parfay Callen it Watling streete...
Pàgina 248 - That was right goodly and pleasuant to sight, I sie where there came singing lustily A world of ladies...
Pàgina 247 - Where she sat in a fresh grene laurer tree, On the further side even right by me, 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 248 - Paradise, where my desire Was for to be, and no ferther passe, As for that day, and on the sote grasse I sat me downe, for as for mine entent, The...
Pàgina 255 - With great reverence, and that full humbly ; And at the last there began anone A lady for to sing right womanly A bargaret in praising the daisie ; For as me thought among her notes swete, She said
Pàgina 248 - I sat the birds harkening thus, Me thought that I heard voices sodainly, The most sweetest and most delicious That ever any wight I trow truly Heard in their life, for the armony And sweet accord was in so good musike, That the voice to angels most was like.
Pàgina 260 - It is witnesse of their deeds mightily. " Eke there be knightes old of the garter, That in hir time did right worthily, And the honour they did to the laurer, Is for by it they have their laud wholly...
Pàgina 126 - You recollect, perhaps, the dispute that follows between the cuckoo and the nightingale, and the promise which the sweet singer makes to Chaucer for rescuing her. " And then came the Nightingale to me And said Friend, forsooth I thanke thee That thou hast liked me to rescue, And one avow to Love make I now That all this May, I will thy singer be. I thanked her, and was right well apaied, Yea, quoth she, and be not thou dismaied, Tho...
Pàgina 122 - Full little joy have I now of thy cry." And as I with the cuckow thus gan chide, I heard, in the next bush beside, A nightingale so lustely sing, That her clere voice she made ring Thurgh all the greene wood wide. "Ah, good nightingale...
Pàgina 257 - To an hegge, where they anon right, To make their justs they would not spare Boughes to hew down, and eke trees square, Wherwith they made hem stately fires great, To dry their clothes that were wringing weat.