The Legend of Good WomenClarendon Press, 1889 - 229 pàgines |
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Pàgina 21
... thou , Lucresse of Rome toun , + And Polixene , that boghten love so dere , + And Cleopatre , with al thy passioun , + Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun ; + And thou , Tisbe , that hast of love swich peyne ; My lady cometh ...
... thou , Lucresse of Rome toun , + And Polixene , that boghten love so dere , + And Cleopatre , with al thy passioun , + Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun ; + And thou , Tisbe , that hast of love swich peyne ; My lady cometh ...
Pàgina 24
... thou . + With the whyte coroun , clad in grene ; + And sithen al the remenant by and by , As they were of estaat , ful curteisly ; + Ne nat a word was spoken in the place + The mountance of a furlong - wey of space . ( B. 316 ) 242 305 ...
... thou . + With the whyte coroun , clad in grene ; + And sithen al the remenant by and by , As they were of estaat , ful curteisly ; + Ne nat a word was spoken in the place + The mountance of a furlong - wey of space . ( B. 316 ) 242 305 ...
Pàgina 25
... Thou art my mortal fo , and me warreyest , ( B. 322 ) 250 + And of myne olde servaunts thou misseyest , + And hinderest hem with thy translacioun , And lettest folk to han devocioun + To serven me , and To troste on me . haldest hit ...
... Thou art my mortal fo , and me warreyest , ( B. 322 ) 250 + And of myne olde servaunts thou misseyest , + And hinderest hem with thy translacioun , And lettest folk to han devocioun + To serven me , and To troste on me . haldest hit ...
Pàgina 26
... thou beginnest dote 260 * As olde foles , whan hir spirit fayleth ; * Than blame they folk , and wite nat what hem ayleth . * Hast thou nat mad in English eek the book How that Crisseyde Troilus forsook , ( B. 332 ) 265 In shewinge how ...
... thou beginnest dote 260 * As olde foles , whan hir spirit fayleth ; * Than blame they folk , and wite nat what hem ayleth . * Hast thou nat mad in English eek the book How that Crisseyde Troilus forsook , ( B. 332 ) 265 In shewinge how ...
Pàgina 28
... thou reneyed hast my lay , As other wrecches han doon many a day , By seynt Venus , that my moder is , If that thou live , thou shalt repenten this So cruelly , that hit shal wel be sene ! ' Tho spak this lady , clothed al in grene , + ...
... thou reneyed hast my lay , As other wrecches han doon many a day , By seynt Venus , that my moder is , If that thou live , thou shalt repenten this So cruelly , that hit shal wel be sene ! ' Tho spak this lady , clothed al in grene , + ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina v - Women," long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made His music heard below ; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still.
Pàgina 23 - Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun; And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love swich peyne; My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.
Pàgina 6 - 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 9 - 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. And thogh it happen me rehercen eft That ye han in your fresshe songes sayd, Forbereth me, and beth not evil apayd5, Syn that ye see I do yt in the honour Of love, and eke in service of the flour, Whom that I serve as I have wit or myght.
Pàgina 153 - So she furnished herself with a world of gifts, store of gold and silver, and of riches and other sumptuous ornaments, as is credible enough she might bring from so great a house, and from so wealthy and rich a realm as Egypt was. But yet she carried nothing with her wherein she trusted more than in...
Pàgina 147 - Teseide, i. 2) he speaks of it as ' — una storia antica, Tanto negli anni riposta e nascosa, Che Latino autor non par ne dica, Per quel ch'io senta, in libro alcuna cosa.
Pàgina 155 - Bruce (viii. 351, ix. 263, 269, xvii. 104, 575), with the sense ' fled in different directions,' or ' fled away.' Cf. ' the wlcne to-gaS,' the clouds part asunder ; Morris, Spec, of Eng. pt. 1. p. 7, 1. 169. And again, 'thagh the fourme of brede to-go,' though the form of bread disappear ; Shoreham's Poems, p. 29. That best go mighte, each in the way he could best go ; each made the best of his way to a safe place.
Pàgina 6 - On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And in myn herte have hem in reverence ; And to hem yeve swich lust and swich credence, That ther is wel unethe game noon That from my bokes make me to goon, But hit be other up-on the haly-day, Or...
Pàgina 13 - And, as I koude, this fresshe flour I grette, Knelyng alwey, til it unclosed was, Upon the smale, softe, swote gras, That was with floures swote enbrouded al, Of swich swetnesse and swich odour overal, That, for to speke of gomme, or herbe, or tree, Comparisoun may noon ymaked bee; For yt surmounteth pleynly alle odoures, And of riche beaute alle floures.
Pàgina 145 - La meretrice, che mai dall' ospizio Di Cesare non torse gli occhi putti, Morte comune, e delle Corti vizio, Infiammò contra me gli animi tutti , E gì' infiammati infiammar sì Augusto, Che i lieti onor tornaro in tristi lutti. L' animo mio per disdegnoso gusto, Credendo col morir fuggir disdegno, Ingiusto fece me contra me giusto. Per le nuove radici d...