Canterbury TalesH. Holt, 1928 - 719 pagina's |
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Pagina 149 - Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages. And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes. To feme halwes. kowthe in sondry londes; And specially from every shires ende Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende. The hooly blisful martir for to seke. That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 149 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 221 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 393 - Where-as he shoon ful pale, I dar wel seyn. The bittre frostes with the sleet and reyn Destroyed hath the grene in every yerd. Janus sit by the fyr with double berd, And drynketh of his bugle horn the wyn; Biforn hym stant brawn of the tusked swyn, And 'Nowel!
Pagina 166 - Than wolde he speke, and crye as he were wood. And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn, Than wolde he speke no word but Latyn. A fewe termes hadde he, two or...