Canterbury TalesHarrap, 1928 - 721 Seiten |
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Seite 157 - But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre...
Seite 168 - He moste preche and wel affile his tonge To wynne silver, as he ful wel koude; Therfore he song the murierly and loude. Now have I toold you shortly in a clause Th'estaat, th'array, the nombre, and eek the cause Why that assembled was this compaignye In Southwerk, at this gentil hostelrye That highte the Tabard, faste by the Belle.
Seite 170 - And which of yow that bereth hym best of alle, That is to seyn, that telleth in this caas Tales of best sentence and moost solaas, Shal...
Seite 292 - As help me God, whan that I saugh hym go After the beere, me thoughte he hadde a paire Of legges and of feet so clene and faire That al myn herte I yaf unto his hoold.
Seite 149 - WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote. And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Seite 170 - And we wol reuled been at his devys In heigh and lough ; and thus by oon assent We been acorded to his juggement. And therupon the wyn was fet anon ; We dronken and to reste wente echon 820 Withouten any lenger taryynge. Amorwe, whan that day gan for to sprynge, Up roos oure Hoost and was oure aller cok, And gadrede us togidre alle in a flok, And forth we riden, a litel moore than paas...
Seite 153 - Hir nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas, Hir mouth ful smal, and therto softe and reed; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed; It was almoost a spanne brood, I trowe; For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.
Seite 176 - Than is the lylie upon his stalke grene, And fressher than the May with floures newe, (For with the rose colour stroof hire hewe...
Seite 221 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
Seite 168 - 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. Eek Plato seith, whoso that kan hym rede, The wordes moote be cosyn to the dede.