Selections from Chaucer's Minor Poems: With Introductions, Notes, & a Glossary

G. Bell & Son, 1897 - 146 páginas
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Página 89 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 89 - Another in her wilful grief would break Her bow and winged reeds, as if to stem A greater loss with one which was more weak; And dull the barbed fire against his frozen cheek.
Página 63 - And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish? 39 And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still.
Página 57 - I, for ye be my lady dere! I am so sory, now that ye be light; For certes, but ye make me hevy chere...
Página 56 - SOMTYME this world was so stedfast and stable That mannes word was obligacioun; And now it is so fals and deceivable That word and deed, as in conclusioun, Ben nothing lyk, for turned up-so-doun 5 Is al this world for mede and wilfulnesse, That al is lost for lak of stedfastnesse.
Página 58 - For whiche un-to your mercy thus I crye: Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!
Página 12 - Thorgh me men gon into that blysful place Of hertes hele and dedly woundes cure; Thorgh me men gon unto the welle of grace, There grene and lusty May shal evere endure. This is the wey to al good aventure. Be glad, thow redere, and thy sorwe of-caste; Al open am I - passe in, and sped thee faste!
Página 8 - For out of olde feldes, as men seyth, Cometh al this newe corn from yer to yere, And out of olde bokes, in good feyth, Cometh al this newe science that men lere.
Página 57 - O prince, desyre to be honourable, Cherish thy folk and hate extorcioun ! Suffre no thing, that may be reprevable To thyn estat, don in thy regioun. Shew forth thy swerd of castigacioun, Dred God, do law, love trouthe and worthinesse, And wed thy folk agein to stedfastnesse.

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