The Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Band 13

Bell and Daldy, 1866

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Seite 294 - For whiche un-to your mercy thus I crye: Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!
Seite 3 - Hard is the hert that loveth nought In May, whan al this mirth is wrought ; Whan he may on these braunches here...
Seite 5 - And whan I had a while goon, I saugh a gardyn right anoon, Ful long and brood, and euerydell Enclosed was, and walled well With highe walles enbatailled, Portraied without and wel entailled 140 With many riche portraitures.
Seite 5 - The watir that so wel lyked me ; And wondir glad was I to se That lusty place, and that ryvere ; And with that watir that ran so clere My face I wissh.
Seite 294 - And saveour, as doun in this worlde here, Oute of this toune helpe me thurgh your myght, Syn that ye wole nat bene my tresorere; For I am shave as nye as any frere.
Seite 236 - And by a ryver forth I gan costey, Of water clere as berel or cristal...
Seite 266 - THE ordre of compleynt requireth skylfully, That yf a wight shal pleyne pitously, Ther mot be cause wherfore that men pleyne, Other men may deme he pleyneth folely, And causeles.
Seite 4 - Joly and gay, ful of gladnesse, Toward a ryver gan I me dresse, That I herd renne faste by ; For fairer playing non saugh I Than playen me by that ryvere, For from an hille that stood ther nere, Cam doun the streme ful stif and bold, Cleer was the water, and as cold As any welle is, sooth to...
Seite 302 - Humblesse, and pease, good fayth the emprise. " Yit was not Jupiter the likerous, That first was fadyr of delicacye Come in thys world, ne Nembroth desirous To raygne hadde not made hys towrys hyghe. Alas ! alas ! now may men wepe and crye, For in owre days is not but covetyse, Doublenesse, treson, and envye, Poysonne, manslawtyr, mordre in sondri wyse.
Seite 305 - Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, 1 never thenk to ben in his prison lene. Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat, And he is strike out of my bokes clene For ever-mo; ther is non other mene.

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