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Seite 149 - But yet to me she wol nat do that grace, For which ful pale and welked is my face.
Seite 1 - And al was conscience and tendre herte. Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was ; Hir nose tretys ; hir eyen greye as glas ; Hir mouth ful smal, and ther-to softe and reed ; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed ; It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe; For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.
Seite 9 - Or feyne thyng, or fynde wordes newe. He may nat spare, althogh he were his brother ; He moot as wel seye o word as another. Crist spak hymself ful brode in hooly writ, And wel ye woot no vileynye is it.
Seite 148 - it nedeth never a deel, It was me toold er ye cam heere two houres; He was, pardee, an old felawe of youres, And sodeynly he was y-slayn to-nyght, For-dronke, as he sat on his bench upright; Ther cam a privee theef, men clepeth Deeth...
Seite 584 - I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon That fro my bokes maketh me to goon...
Seite 87 - This were a popet in an arm t'enbrace For any womman, smal and fair of face. He semeth elvyssh by his contenaunce, For unto no wight dooth he daliaunce. 704 "Sey now somwhat, syn oother folk han sayd. Telle us a tale of myrthe, and that anon." "Hooste," quod I, "ne beth nat yvele apayd, For oother tale certes kan I noon, But of a rym I lerned longe agoon.
Seite 9 - For wel he wiste, whan that song was songe, He moste preche, and wel affile his tonge To wynne silver, as he ful wel koude ; Therefore he song the murierly and loude.
Seite 136 - He moste winke, so loude he wolde cryen, And stonden on his tiptoon ther-with-al, And strecche forth his nekke long and smal. And eek he was of swich discrecioun, That ther nas no man in no regioun That him in song or wisdom mighte passe. I have wel rad in daun Burnel the Asse...