Fabliaux Or Tales, Abridged from French Manuscripts of the XIIth and XIIIth Centuries, Volumen3

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J. Rodwell, 1815 - 304 páginas
 

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Página 119 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail, To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Página 273 - ... syxty ladyes and mo. To lede the daunce Launfal was set, For hys largesse he was lovede the bet, Sertayn of alle tho ; The quene lay out and beheld hem alle, " I se," sche seyde, " daunce large Launfalle, To hym than wylle y go.
Página 243 - Everych kny3t sche 3af broche and ryng, But syr Launfal sche yaf no thyng, That grevede hym many a syde. And whan the bredale was at ende, Launfal tok hys leve to wende At Artour the kyng, And seyde a lettere was to hym come, That deth hadde hys fadyr y-nome, He most to hys beryynge.
Página 3 - Centuries By M. Le Grand, Selected and Translated into English Verse, By the late GL Way, Esq. With A Preface, Notes, and Appendix, By the late G. Ellis, Esq.
Página 227 - So wastes the vigour of my days. And soon our deaths will prove, I guess, The triumph of unthankfulness. A lass, forlorn for lack of grace, My kindly pity first did move ; And in a little moment's space, This pity did engender love. And now my death must prove, I guess, The triumph of unthankfulness. For now she rules me with her look, And round me winds her harlot chain ; Whilst by a strange enchantment struck, • My nobler will recoils in vain. And soon my death will prove, I guess, The triumph...
Página 246 - Yyf hyt your wyll were." Launfal anoon ryghtes, He and hys two knytes, Sojournede ther yn fere. So savagelych hys good he besette That he ward yn greet dette, Ryght yn the ferst yere. So hyt befell at Pentecost Swych tyme as the Holy Gost Among mankend gan lyght, That Syr Huwe and Sir Jon Tok her leve fro to gon At Syr Launfal the knyght They seyd, "Syr, our robes beth torent, And your tresour ys all y spent, And we goth ewyll ydyght.
Página 151 - I read thee right—thou boldest good, To this same land I straight should hie, And win it back with mickle blood, Nor gain one foot of soil thereby. While here, dejected and forlorn, My wife and babes are left to mourn ; My goodly mansion rudely marr'd, All trusted to my dogs to guard. But I, fair comrade, well I wot An ancient saw, of pregnant wit, Doth bid us, " Keep what we have got;" And troth I mean to follow it.
Página 236 - Those who are most attached to life, and most desirous of protrafting its duration, have probably passed some hours, which they would willingly have retrenched from the sum of existence, and have endeavoured, with more or less success, to quicken their passage. It may be presumed, therefore, that the history of a practical moralist, who was forced to construct his scheme of happiness with common materials, and to fight the tediousness of life with weapons which are within every man's reach, would...
Página 288 - That any man my3te aspye. In the arsouns, before and behynde, Were twey stones of Ynde, Gay for the maystrye ; The paytrelle of her palfraye Was worth an erldome stoute and gay, The best yn Lumbardye.
Página 224 - O Roland ! honneur de la France , Que par toi mon bras soit vainqueur ! Dirige le fer de ma lance A percer le front ou le cœur Du fier ennemi qui s'avance.

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