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... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did dwell ---- He whilst he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds ill ....... Old CHAUCER , like the rorrir fta " , To us difcovers day from far His light thofe mifts ...
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did dwell ---- He whilst he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds ill ....... Old CHAUCER , like the rorrir fta " , To us difcovers day from far His light thofe mifts ...
. oldal
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did dwe'l .. He wailt he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds All ------ Old CHAUCER , like ther.orr irg fta " , To us difcuters day from far His light thole mifts ...
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did dwe'l .. He wailt he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds All ------ Old CHAUCER , like ther.orr irg fta " , To us difcuters day from far His light thole mifts ...
. oldal
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did du e'l He whilst he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds All ------- Old CHAUCER , like the rorr irgfta " , To us difcovers day from far His light thofe mifts ...
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did du e'l He whilst he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds All ------- Old CHAUCER , like the rorr irgfta " , To us difcovers day from far His light thofe mifts ...
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... Geffrey , in whofe gentle spright The pure well - head of poetry did dwell ---- He whilst he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds All ------- Old CHAUCER , like the rorr irg fta " , To us difcovers day from far His light thofe ...
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle spright The pure well - head of poetry did dwell ---- He whilst he lived was the foveraigne head Of thepherds All ------- Old CHAUCER , like the rorr irg fta " , To us difcovers day from far His light thofe ...
. oldal
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did dwell ... He whilf he lived was the foveraigne head Of hepherds all Old CHAUCER , like the morning flar , To us difcovers day from far ; His light thofe mifs and ...
... Geffrey , in whofe gentle fpright The pure well - head of poetry did dwell ... He whilf he lived was the foveraigne head Of hepherds all Old CHAUCER , like the morning flar , To us difcovers day from far ; His light thofe mifs and ...
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19. oldal - anon I wol you telle, Sin he is gon: the foule fend him quelle, For never hereafter wol I with him mete For peny ne for pound, I you
31. oldal - that is mis I ment. This Tale was not only told for you But eke for other mo : ye wote wel how That among
38. oldal - pray ? It is a water that is made, I fay, Of the elementes foure, quod Plato. Tell me the rote, good Sire, quod he tho, Of that water, if that it
32. oldal - Now, goode Sire, go forth thy way and hie the. He went his way, and with the eoper he eame, And this ehanon it in his hondes name,
96. oldal - humilitee in herte, and another in the mouth, and the thridde in werkes. The humilitee in herte is in foure maners; that on is whan a man holdeth
43. oldal - And wete ye what ? I have here in my gourd A draught of win, ye of a ripe grape, And right anon ye
26. oldal - ynow; But unto God of heven I make avow, For all our eraft, whan we han all ydo, And all our Height, he wol not