“The” Poetical Works “of Geoffrey Chaucer”, Volume 6Bell and Daldy, 1866 - 312 pages |
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aftir ageyn alwey anoon Ayens beauté Bialacoil bothom briddis certeyn chere clere compleynt Curtesie Daunger dede dere deth dide doth doun drede drowe dryve entremete faire fele foly freend fulle fynde gardyne gete goth grace grene gret grete hath heere hertis honde iwys Jelousie kepe lady leve litel lovers lust lyve makith maner moche mote myche myght myn herte myne never noon nygh nyght ofte oonly peyne pité pleyne putte quyte rede Resoun richesse right nought rose roser Ryght saugh seide semede sene servise sette seyn shal shame shulde Sith socour sore sorowe soth speke swete Thanne thee ther therfore therto thilke thou maist thou shalt throgh thurgh thyn thyne thyng trewe trouthe trowe tyme unto watir wele wene whan Whanne Whanne thou who-so wight wise withouten wolde wole wolt wote yeve
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Page 294 - For whiche un-to your mercy thus I crye: Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!
Page 304 - Upon my trouth I sey yow feithfully, That ye ben of my liffe and deth the quene ; For with my deth the trouth shal be sene. Youre two eyn, &c. II. 1. So hath youre beauty fro your herte chased Pitee, that me n' availeth not to pleyn : For daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.
Page 3 - Hard is the hert that loveth nought In May, whan al this mirth is wrought ; Whan he may on these braunches here...
Page 35 - The stoon so clere was and so bright, That also soone as it was nyght, Men myght[e] seen to go for nede A myle or two in lengthe and brede.
Page 37 - For she right there hadde in present Unto a lady maad present Of a gold broche, ful wel «/-wrought. And certys it myssatte hir nought; For thorough hir smokke wrought with silk, The flesh was seen as white as mylk.
Page 266 - So as my troubled wit may hit atteyne, I wol reherse; not for to have redresse, But to declare my ground of hevynesse.
Page 4 - Joly and gay, ful of gladnesse, Toward a ryver gan I me dresse, That I herd renne faste by ; For fairer playing non saugh I Than playen me by that ryvere, For from an hille that stood ther nere, Cam doun the...
Page 305 - Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, 1 never thenk to ben in his prison lene. Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat, And he is strike out of my bokes clene For ever-mo; ther is non other mene.
Page 17 - Til atte last bithought I me, That by no weye ne myght it be, That ther nas laddre or wey to passe, Or hole, into so faire a place. Tho gan I go a...
Page 169 - Frendshipp is more than is catelle. For freend in court ay better is Than peny in purs, certis...