English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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115. oldal
Ther nas quik - silver , litarge , ne brimstoon , Boras , 25 ceruce , ne oille of tartre noon , Ne oynement that wolde clense and byte , That him mighte helpen of his whelkes whyte , Nor of the knobbes sittinge on his chekes .
Ther nas quik - silver , litarge , ne brimstoon , Boras , 25 ceruce , ne oille of tartre noon , Ne oynement that wolde clense and byte , That him mighte helpen of his whelkes whyte , Nor of the knobbes sittinge on his chekes .
141. oldal
But for I moot , to whom it mighte displese , If I counseil of wommen wolde blame , Passe over , for I seyde it in my game . Rede auctours , wher they trete of swich matere , And what thay seyn of wommen ye may here .
But for I moot , to whom it mighte displese , If I counseil of wommen wolde blame , Passe over , for I seyde it in my game . Rede auctours , wher they trete of swich matere , And what thay seyn of wommen ye may here .
155. oldal
400 410 And seyde thus , “ For I ne can nat finde A man , though that I walked in - to Inde , Neither in citee nor in no village , That wolde chaunge his youthe for myn age ; And therfore moot I han myn age stille , As longe time as it ...
400 410 And seyde thus , “ For I ne can nat finde A man , though that I walked in - to Inde , Neither in citee nor in no village , That wolde chaunge his youthe for myn age ; And therfore moot I han myn age stille , As longe time as it ...
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2nd Shep 3rd Shep anon Arthur Beowulf blood blow body bring brought called century child coude dead dear death doth earth English eyes fair fall fear gave give gold green greet ground hall hand hast hath head hear heart hero hold holy Italy John king knight lady land leave light live look lord never noble plays pray Queen quod quoth rest rich ring Robin Hood seen seyde shal Shepherd sing Sir Gawain Sir Mordred slain sleep song soon sweet swich sword tale tell telle thee ther thing thou thought told took tree true turned unto whan wife wolde woods young