English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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102. oldal
Wel coude he sitte on hors , and faire ryde . He coude songes make and wel endyte , Juste and eek daunce , and wel purtreye and wryte . So hote he lovede , that by nightertale 36 He sleep namore than dooth a nightingale .
Wel coude he sitte on hors , and faire ryde . He coude songes make and wel endyte , Juste and eek daunce , and wel purtreye and wryte . So hote he lovede , that by nightertale 36 He sleep namore than dooth a nightingale .
111. oldal
She coude muche of wandring by the weye : Gat - tothed 11 was she , soothly for to seye . Up - on an amblere esily she sat , Y - wimpled 12 wel , and on hir heed an hat As brood as is a bokeler or a targe ; A foot - mantel aboute hir ...
She coude muche of wandring by the weye : Gat - tothed 11 was she , soothly for to seye . Up - on an amblere esily she sat , Y - wimpled 12 wel , and on hir heed an hat As brood as is a bokeler or a targe ; A foot - mantel aboute hir ...
114. oldal
Wel coude he kepe a gerner 11 and a binne ; Ther was noon auditour coude on him winne . Wel wiste he , by the droghte , and by the reyn , The yelding of his seed , and of his greyn . His lordes sheep , his neet , 12 his dayerye ...
Wel coude he kepe a gerner 11 and a binne ; Ther was noon auditour coude on him winne . Wel wiste he , by the droghte , and by the reyn , The yelding of his seed , and of his greyn . His lordes sheep , his neet , 12 his dayerye ...
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