The Riches of Chaucer: In which His Impurities Have Been Expunged; His Spelling Modernised; His Rhythm Accentuated; and His Obsolete Terms Explained. Also Have Been Added a Few Explanatory Notes, and a New Memoir of the PoetT. Tegg, 1839 |
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Page 54
... sorrow , above all sorrow's smart , With felon - look , and with face despiteous ; Then suddenly down from his horse he start , And thro ' his palace , with a swollen heart , To chamber went . " The countenance of Cressida , when she ...
... sorrow , above all sorrow's smart , With felon - look , and with face despiteous ; Then suddenly down from his horse he start , And thro ' his palace , with a swollen heart , To chamber went . " The countenance of Cressida , when she ...
Page 57
... sorrow to the moon he told , And said- Surely when thou art horned new , I shall be glad - if ALL THE WORLD be true . " " How beautiful the thought ! to make his love the whole world , and the whole world to be absorbed in the one idea ...
... sorrow to the moon he told , And said- Surely when thou art horned new , I shall be glad - if ALL THE WORLD be true . " " How beautiful the thought ! to make his love the whole world , and the whole world to be absorbed in the one idea ...
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... sorrow sinken in thine heart . " 70 70 15 75 88 80 85 90 90 This gentle duke down from his courser start 6 With hearté piteous when he heard them speak ; Him thoughté that his heart would all to - break , 7 When he saw them so piteous ...
... sorrow sinken in thine heart . " 70 70 15 75 88 80 85 90 90 This gentle duke down from his courser start 6 With hearté piteous when he heard them speak ; Him thoughté that his heart would all to - break , 7 When he saw them so piteous ...
Page 95
... sorrow suffereth now Arcite ? The death he feeleth through his hearté smite ; He weepeth , waileth , crieth piteously ; To slay himself he waiteth privily . He said ; " Alas the day that I was born ! 365 Now is my prisón worse than ...
... sorrow suffereth now Arcite ? The death he feeleth through his hearté smite ; He weepeth , waileth , crieth piteously ; To slay himself he waiteth privily . He said ; " Alas the day that I was born ! 365 Now is my prisón worse than ...
Page 97
... sorrow he maketh , that the greaté tower Resouned of his yelling and clamour . 420 The puré fetters 4 on his shinnés great Were of his bitter salté tearés wet . " Alas ! quod he , Arcita , cousin mine , Of all our strife , God wot , the ...
... sorrow he maketh , that the greaté tower Resouned of his yelling and clamour . 420 The puré fetters 4 on his shinnés great Were of his bitter salté tearés wet . " Alas ! quod he , Arcita , cousin mine , Of all our strife , God wot , the ...
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adown allé anon Antenor Arcite armés bliss bothé Calchas CANTERBURY TALES certés Chaucer cheer comen creáture Creseid Custánce dear death Diomed doth dread drede e'er ellés evereach eyen fair farforth fast flow'r friendés gentle glad go'th Goddés gold grace greaté Greekés hath heard heart hearté honour houndés HOUSE OF FAME iwis king kingés lady lest longé Lord lordés maken manner mighten moré muchel n'as n'is nathéless ne'er needés never newé night nought oldé owné Palamon Pandarus piteous pleasance poet Popés pray privily queen quod saidé sain saith salté shouldé sith sore sorrow soth spake stické sweet Tale tearés tell tellen thee therewithal Theseus thilké thine thing thou thought timé Troilus trow truély truth tway unto weren wife wight wise wist withouten woful word wordés worthy wouldé woulden youngé
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Page 49 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
Page 4 - And preached, saying, There cometh one mightier than I after me, the latchet of whose shoes I am not worthy to stoop down and unloose.
Page 166 - He that me kepte from the false blame, While I was in the land amonges you, He can me keep from harm and eke from shame In the salt sea, although I see not how : As strong as ever he was, he is yet now : In him trust I, and in his mother dear, That is to me my sail and eke my steer.'» Her little child lay weeping in her arma ; And kneeling piteously to him she said — ' Peace, little son, I will do thee no harm...
Page 105 - And to the grove, of which that I you told, By aventure his way he gan to hold, To maken him a garland of the greves, Were it of woodbind or of hawthorn leaves ; • Saluteth.
Page 5 - Love,' where the poet is as evidently and avowedly referring to himself as poet well can, he speaks of the City of London that is " to me so dear and sweet, in which I was forth grown ; and more kindly love have I to that place, than to any other in earth ; as every kindly creature hath full appetite to that place of his kindly engendure, and to wiln [wish] rest and peace in that stead [place] to abide.
Page 283 - Till he the firste verse could all by rote. Nought wist he what this Latin was to say, For he so young and tender was of age ; But on a day his fellow 'gan he pray To expounden him this song in his language, Or tell him why this song was in usage.
Page 316 - But all thing, which that shineth as the gold, Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told; Ne every apple that is faire at eye, Ne is not good, what so men clap or crie.
Page 9 - ... and honoured prince in all Christendom ; and if the King of Scots have done you any despite or damage, ye may well amend it when it shall please you, as ye have done divers times er (ere) this. Sir, leave your musing, and come into the hall, if it please you ; your dinner is all ready.
Page 63 - Locke 3 curl'd as they were laid in press ; Of twenty years of age he was I guess.
Page 76 - Wide was his parish, and houses far asunder, But he ne left nought for no rain nor thunder, In sickness and in mischief, to visit The farthest in his parish much and lite Upon his feet and in his hand a staff...