 And to hem yive 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...  Appalachia - Seite 461892Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Joyce Coleman - 2005 - 284 Seiten
...me, though that I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yive 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, But yt be seldom on the holyday ... (LGW,F:29-... | |
 | Peter Kemp - 1997 - 512 Seiten
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 | Piero Boitani, Jill Mann - 2003 - 338 Seiten
...me, though that I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yive 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 ... (F 29-34) Books are for him a delight, a... | |
 | Thomas Crofts - 2006 - 202 Seiten
...me, though that I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that there is game noon That from my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be seldom on the holyday, Save, certeynly, whan that the month... | |
 | Carolyn P. Collette - 2006 - 230 Seiten
...direct references to 'game' in its Prologue.52 In the first reference, the Chaucerian narrator declares that 'there is game noon/ that fro my bokes maketh me to goon' [F33— 4; G 33—4], that is except for the games of May, 'Save certeynly, whan that the month of... | |
 | Geoffrey Chaucer - 2006 - 246 Seiten
...for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve 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, But hit be seldom, on the holyday; Save, certeynly,... | |
 | William Lonsdale Watkinson, William Theophilus Davison - 1859 - 606 Seiten
...for me, although 1 ken but lyte, On bokes for to read 1 me delite, And to hem yeve 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, But yt he seldome on the holy day, Save certeynly,... | |
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