Chief British Poets of the Fourteenth and Fifteenth CenturiesWilliam Allan Neilson, Kenneth Grant Tremayne Webster |
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Page 95 - Me thynketh it acordaunt to resoun To telle yow al the condicioun Of ech of hem, so as it semed me, And whiche they weren, and of what degree, 40 And eek in what array that they were inne; And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne.
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Page 102 - Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace, That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace The wisdom of an heep of lerned men?
Page 150 - leve moder, leet me in! Lo, how I vanish, flesh, and blood, and skin! Allas! whan shul my bones been at reste? Moder, with yow wolde I chaunge my cheste, That in my chambre longe tyme hath be, Ye ! for an heyre clout to wrappe me ! " But yet to me she wol nat do that grace, For which ful pale and welked is my face.
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| Title | Chief British Poets of the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Centuries The chief poets series |
| Editors | William Allan Neilson, Kenneth Grant Tremayne Webster |
| Publisher | Houghton, Mifflin Company, 1916 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 23 May 2008 |
| Length | 442 pages |
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