The Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer, Modernized ...Whittaker & Company, 1841 - 331 oldal |
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6. oldal
... wight : He was a very perfect gentle knight . But for to tell you of his staid array , - His horse was good , albeit he was not gay . He wore a fustian cassock , short and plain , All smutch'd with rust from coat of mail , and rain ...
... wight : He was a very perfect gentle knight . But for to tell you of his staid array , - His horse was good , albeit he was not gay . He wore a fustian cassock , short and plain , All smutch'd with rust from coat of mail , and rain ...
11. oldal
... wight . Greyhounds he kept , as swift as bird of flight : In riding hard and hunting for the hare , Was all his joy ; for no cost would he spare . I saw his large sleeves trimm'd above the hand With fur , and that the finest of the land ...
... wight . Greyhounds he kept , as swift as bird of flight : In riding hard and hunting for the hare , Was all his joy ; for no cost would he spare . I saw his large sleeves trimm'd above the hand With fur , and that the finest of the land ...
26. oldal
... wight , And without hire , when it lay in his might . His tythes he also paid without a word , Both of his proper labour and his herd . In a short frock he rode upon a mare . A Miller and a Reve were also there ; A Sompnour and a ...
... wight , And without hire , when it lay in his might . His tythes he also paid without a word , Both of his proper labour and his herd . In a short frock he rode upon a mare . A Miller and a Reve were also there ; A Sompnour and a ...
29. oldal
... wight of whom I tell , Near to a town that was call'd Balderswell . Like to a friar his clothes were tuck'd about ; And ever he rode the hindmost of the route . A SOMPNOUR was there with us in that place , Who had a fire - red ...
... wight of whom I tell , Near to a town that was call'd Balderswell . Like to a friar his clothes were tuck'd about ; And ever he rode the hindmost of the route . A SOMPNOUR was there with us in that place , Who had a fire - red ...
38. oldal
... wight say nay ; To humble or afflict whome'er he will , To gladden or to grieve , he hath like skill ; But most his might he sheds on the eve of May . 5 . For every true heart , gentle heart and free , That with him is , or thinketh so ...
... wight say nay ; To humble or afflict whome'er he will , To gladden or to grieve , he hath like skill ; But most his might he sheds on the eve of May . 5 . For every true heart , gentle heart and free , That with him is , or thinketh so ...
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accents alsó Annelida anon Arviragus Aurelius beauty bird bliss brought Canace Canterbury Tales Chaucer cheer clerks Cuckoo dance daughter dear death Demophon Dorigen doth Dryden Duke of Lancaster English evermore eyes fair flower fresh friends gentle goeth gone grace green grief hand hast hath hear heart heroic verse honour horse John of Gaunt king knew knight lady LEIGH HUNT Lord lovers Manciple metre modern never nigh Nightingale noble nought numbers o'er Phoebus poems poet pray Prologue psaltery Queen quoth reader rhyme rhythm Richard le Scrope ride rode ruth Simkin sing sister song sooth sorrow soul speak steed story Sumner sweet syllables tale tell Tereus thee Theseus thing Thopas thou thought tongue tree trow truth twas unto versification ween wife wight wise wondrous word worthy
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lxvii. oldal - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
260. oldal - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
xiii. oldal - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
xiv. oldal - Anger dared the pallid Fear ; Next stood Hypocrisy, with holy leer ; Soft smiling, and demurely looking down, But hid the dagger underneath the gown : The assassinating wife, the household fiend, And far the blackest there, the traitor-friend. On t' other side there stood Destruction bare ; Unpunish'd Rapine, and a waste of war.
lxxiii. oldal - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
xxxix. oldal - I cannot go so far as he who published the last edition of him; for he would make us believe the fault is in our ears, and that there were really ten syllables in a verse where we find but nine. But this opinion is not worth confuting...
lxix. oldal - With music strong and saintly song To wander through the forest bare, Lest aught unholy loiter there.' Thus Bracy said: the Baron, the while, Half-listening heard him with a smile; Then...
141. oldal - Quest' arder mio, di che vi cal sì poco, E i vostri onori in mie rime diffusi, Ne porian infiammar fors...
xxxix. oldal - The verse of Chaucer, I confess, is not harmonious to us; but is like the eloquence of one whom Tacitus commends, it was auribus istius temporis accommodata : they who lived with him, and some time after him, thought it musical ; and it continues so even in our judgment, if compared with the numbers of Lydgate and Gower, his contemporaries : there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it, which is natural and pleasing, though not perfect.
6. oldal - With lockes curled as they were laid in press ; Of twenty years of age he was, I guess...